Being a temporary resident of a foreign country exposes you to so many different aspects of their culture: language, lifestyle and cuisine. Obviously, the latter is my favorite of all even though the others are still on my shortlist.
When mi studiare a Firenze, I made sure that no meal was left uneaten, no vino left uncorked, no cappuccino unsipped, no cured meat untouched, and no gelato unenjoyed. And here's proof!
The crap part about being exposed to such authenticity is the sheer frustration and withdrawal syndrome that follows suit when, upon returning to the motherland, one finds herself faced with faux-talian food that is reminiscent of 3M pizza or kiddie spaghetti with ketchup as base. I like them and still crave for them when I'm on children's party mode. But still... you can't mess with Italian!
So imagine our delight when, during a drive back from Subic, we enter the ristorante in Angeles of all places: C's
From the outside it doesn't look like much since it's in the same row as such aptly named girly bars as "Foxy's" "Foxy Lady" and "Pussycat Dulls". But it doesn't matter, the book was so much better than the cover, even if we were sitting side by side with some old foreign fogies canoodling with young Pinay uhm... ladies.
Read the entire post on the NEW ToT: http://www.triportreats.com/2009/08/20/italia-mania-at-cs/