Wednesday, March 18, 2015

THREE DAYS, TWO NIGHTS

We came for these.





We came with our bikes.




I came for this.




It was good until I saw this.




That stoked the other night's beer and and plates of tokwa't baboy, and stirred last night's flavored lambanog and crispy pata remnants, as the last two months of lechon and Johnny Walker Black caught up too.

The Buscupan helped but Chef Gerry's buffet spread did not despite confining myself to grilled pusit, pako salad, and sweet and sour tanigue.  





We also came for this.




Which quickly ended up like this.




I peed red the rest of the week, so I guess I will be needing more of this.


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