BORACAY, on tourism service analyzer’s & food critic’s perspectives. First of two.

After a long straight year of hussles, heartaches and grinding,
time for our (“Pang’s” & mine) long awaited re-charging vacation
in a bit serene no-horn blowing vehicles-by the sea haven.
Peace & quiet…even just during an early morning white sand stroll.
Never mind the night rumblings, I can go with it at times.
As early as first week January, I already booked for 4 days-3 nights stay at Boracay.
Oh well everyone knows Boracay.
But allow me to share some “hidden happenings” untold, un-newspaper-ized.
Airline requested that we flew an hour earlier as such first flight wasn’t full yet.
Agreed. Air travel was smooth.
No shots allowed at tarmac.
Oh really? Well, you can’t stop a photographer…by finding his way.

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On final descent took this shot using my Samsung Tab 2.

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Plane was not full. Transferred to opposite seat tagging my D300 with 70-300mm & snapped this out while touching down.
Arrival at Caticlan airport was met with warmth and courteousness of locals.
Quick land travel up to Caticlan Jettyport then about 25-30 boat ride to Boracay Island.
The hotel by the beach-front we’re billeted extended an early check-in (8:30am)
which was supposed to be 2:00pm.
And already these caught my attention:
Second floor view.
Isn’t it peaceful?
Boracay has been known worldwide to be one of the best resorts
with sugary-white-powdery sands that never burn your bare feet no matter how hot the sun gets.
This is the mystique of the place blending well with ultra clean sea water
making it possible for you to see your feet (even small fishes) on waist deep area.
Other white beaches in the world have sands made of SILICA.
Boracay’s powdery sand comes from crushed corals from bedrocks of Caticlan, Kalibo & Boracay itself
which are polished as they are driven to the shore line by the gentle waves.
This is how its magical white sand is replenished in a to-and-pro motion of the waves.
Let’s go to food.
Taste, in my opinion, does not call for a big issue in Boracay. Not that their food is bland
but I believe “plating” is far more important to them than palatability.
This is so for more than 2/3 of islands visitors are foreigners, mostly accustomed to
plain tasting meals, happier to douse condiments thereby while eating.
OR, cooks thereby know that majority of tourists, more so the men,
will just make make their food as “pulutan” (pica-pica. finger foods while drinking)
and so WHAT THE HECK?
Had tried no less than 8 of them, nobody passed my liking.
Even our very own “known lechon manok” (char-grilled chicken) brand
served me & my wife with mega dry char-grilled chicken (we consumed half), half cooked rice (we ate 1/4)
and “SOAPY TASTE SINIGANG NA BABOY SA GABI” (soap tasting tamarind soup based pork in white taro).
Why “soapy”? Pork cubes had been pre-boiled and kept, most probably,
not in freezer enabling bacteria in “opposum” to propagate,
that when added to soup, rancidity of the oil used, when sauteing tomatoes & garlic,
reacted with each other eliciting unpleasant-ness.
WhadaF…We hurriedly left.
Anyway, on lighter note check these out.
Visiting this haven will not be complete without you guys going to the D’ Market.
The place has dry goods souvenir section:

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The freshest oysters majority coming from Roxas City.

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Clams galore.

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Big clams.

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Red grouper.

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Can you beat that?
Crabs, lobsters, jumping shrimps, gigantic squids, meat, veggies & condiments
are also vigorously sold and go have them cooked by restos
to the side for whatever recipe-type you desire.
But beware. Again…BEWARE.
When we were marketing for our cravings, I particularly noticed
2 vendors SHOUTING at foreigners/tourists who were bargaining for bit lower prices.
Vendor #1 (refer to the map drawing of D’ Market) even accosted a Korean lady and shouted
“your price in that list is a LIAR”
“give me that I will break”
and “no good list-no good list”
(for the lady kept on referring to her notes on how to say how much or can I bargain or whatever in Filipino)
Then a caucasian passed by and asked how much was a kilo of big squid.
He agreed to the price and started to choose which ones to get.
Again, Vendor #1 shouted: “no choose-no choose. I give you”
Of course the man didn’t agree. He wanted his choice.
Vendor #1 screamed: “Go out! Don’t buy.”
Be very careful.
This Vendor #1 is “a one-eyed Jack” who acts like a hoodlum.
Nowhere must he be in Boracay.
Same is true with Vendor #2. He shouts at lady Koreans who he did not like the bargain.
After shouting, he will puff his cigarette. blow smoke up, put 2 hands in pockets
and walk like Fernando Poe, Jr. or Robin Padilla. (Philippines most loved action stars)
WHY DO YOU DO THAT?
YOUR LIVELIHOOD DEPENDS ON CLIENTS WHO BUY YOUR WARES.
BORACAY IS A TOURIST SPOT.
CARE FOR THE TOURISTS.
BE WARM, CONCERNING & RESPECTFUL.

Below is the sketch of D’ Market for your info.
Marked thereby are the spots of those 2 vendors. Caveat emptor.
Also, posting the “paluto” resto where my wife & I found real professional service
and who sought apology for the reactions of those “hoodlums”.
May I page the attention of secretaries of Tourism & Trade & Industry?
(ok now I’m doing my job…listen & act)
Don’t bother yourselves with those tough guys.
Good, mild mannered & respectful vendors dominate the site.
And below is my recommended (highly professional) “paluto” (they cook for you) site.
Done with first of 2 series of posts re Boracay.
Let me collect & collate my thoughts then.
Next I will be exposing the trade modus of some establishments for you to be aware when you visit.
But in general, I highly recommend Boracay.
Rest, eat a lot-never mind the taste, drink till you drop, swim to an un-ending clean waters
witness the “coolest sunset” in the world, re-charge with the most serene (if there are no vendors nearby)
and healthiest air intake by the sea (if MPSA is doing its job of prohibiting smokers by the beach front)
…but be wary.
Check these out:

In search for a Valentine’s Day venue to date Pangs.

Even if I and “Pangs” (slang of Panga-Palanga, a Visayan term
meaning “dear”, “my love” or a “loved one”) always make it a point
to take dinner out, being just 2 at home, in lieu of dwelling-cooked sharing,
last night-we decided to scout for a place where to spend the day of hearts.
One time, chanced upon this new site that looks “cool” in my opinion
and so we headed to it post office work.
Having a bit romantic dimly lit dinner in a mid to top class chophouse
on the 14th was out of the question as the nite, itself,
will be gigantically hovered by traffic jams everywhere.
And many will definitely be on the “waiting list” by the door of the resto.
This place we chose is new and not known to many as of yet-that we thought it to be just right…
in addition to its close proximity to office.
The place:

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…a diner present in more than 20 countries specializing on different types of chicken offerings.
Not dim ambiance but well lighted-very bright-surrounding (check the brightness of the inside signage on top)
Got in with about 3-4 tables (out of 20+) occupied (not counting the capacity of the 2nd floor)
It was quiet at first

Thank you for the menu:

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I love chicken, plainly marinated-cooked-garnished chicken, and I ordered:

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…plain oak wood smoked 2 chicken pieces.
I LOVE IT.
I will surmise that it was just plainly cured by sodium nitrite, salt and very little sugar via marinade.
GRILLED. NO EXTRA FLAVOR. SIMPLE but heaven for me.
Did not touch the rice and consumed total of 3 cold pale pilsen with it.
Further, ordered 4 pieces take-out.
WHILE FINISHING MY 3rd BOTTLE, THE NOISE STARTED TO TRIPLICATE...
and everyone who came in seemed to know all, each one and everybody.
Pangs ordered:

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Not much of a bestseller for me.
Un-marinated chicken cuts, dusted with flour then deep fried.
Generously poured fried pieces with heated water-soy sauce-salt-honey (maybe)
BBQ sauce mixture plus lots of crushed fresh garlic & thickener.
We both ate a piece and took-out the remaining 2.
I kept on hearing lots of different voices in all tables
as if each one talking was “trying to sell” something to the other 1 or 2.
Until the whole area turned out to be like a “cock fighting arena”.
Voices tingled in my ear. I asked for the bill. I can’t take the noise any longer.

I learned the people inside, almost all, were from “a pyramiding-style items-selling outfit”
and each one was convincing the other 1 or 2 or 3 to be one with them.
HUWAH. So noisy.
OUR DECISION…NO. WE WON’T BE THERE THIS 14th.
Will just stay home and share dinner.
BUT, and again BUT…WILL BE BACK FOR THE WOOD SMOKED BBQ CHICKEN.
…either cover my ears with my competition-proven electronic ear muffs then sip my 2 cold bottles
or take out na lang.

Vanilla Cupcakes @ BGC got me hooked up to its courteous staff & “ultra lively site”.


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I’m no fan of this cup cakes’ craze. Am no sweet eater.
My carnivorous instinct always gets in the way.
After a few rounds of bike for my usual Sunday morning exercise
at BGC (Bonifacio Global City, Taguig City, Philippines),
my daughter tacked me and her Mom to this newly opened…oh no…sweets haven.
Didn’t like. I wanted a more fried rice meal as I was tired & famishing after the rounds.
Dropped her & Mom to the resto beside this ants’-inviting place and I headed towards parking lot.
When I arrived, they were already seated in this, again, sweets haven.
“They serve regular rice breakfast Dad” she exclaimed.
And I gave in.
Facade is lively…and when I got in…WOWOWIE…it’s LIVELIER.
We all ordered  Filipino rice meals and they went on with their cravings for small cakes.
I liked their “Tuyo” (dried tiny fish) with garlic fried rice and over easy eggs.
Even this “Tuyo” is sweet…but really piquant midway.
The ham sandwich we ordered for center to-share was a dilemma.
Imagine mustard laden mayo plus generous drips of I don’t know what sweet thing was that
on top of a big slice of leg ham.
There’s no flavor harmony. No roundness.
If I were the Ingredients Specialist Prof of the one who concocted it, 72 will be the grade.
We took it out and handed to beggars on the street.
BUT, AGAIN & AGAIN, I like the atmosphere…and will be back even just for such.
(Can I bring my own food next time?)
…and now behold this lovely, lively & colorful place:



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