Last summer I sort of started the habit of biking to work, seeing that my office just recently moved closer to home (as if it wasn't closer already when I first started there) I decided to fit in biking into my routine. Melt some fat, get some sweat going, enjoy urban biking along C-5 and Ortigas, dodge cars and get surprised by the super loud honking of the trucks plying the route. It was fun for a while but I realized that I couldn't sustain it, work got a little bit more tiring and the bike I was using--a mountain bike--was to heavy for me. I wanted to buy a foldable bike a few months back but then I realized I didn't have the money. For now my biking adventures have once again been placed on an indefinite hold but that doesn't stop me from looking at bike shops every now and then. In fact, just yesterday, while exploring Intramuros for the Fete de la Musique, Tricia and i were able to come across an interesting bike shop called Bambike.
Civilization did not rise out of nowhere, it did not magically spring up from the ocean like a glowing Venus de Milo, but rather it was a centuries process of influences and interaction that made a civilization. Great civilizations and cities have sprung from these influences and interactions through the help of the great river-valley systems. As history has pointed out, rivers have served as the gateway and the main artery necessary for the survival of the great civilizations we know: Greeks, Egyptians, Romans, Indians, and the Chinese have all sprung up from their respective rivers (Indus valley and the Ganges river, Yangtze river, the Nile, the Tiber and the Mediterranean) and more so their modern day counterparts. Manila is no exception to this rule, borne out of the riches of the sea and further improved upon by the arterial lifeline known as the Pasig River, Manila grew out of the banks of the river to the bustling and burgeoning metropolitan we know today.
It's been a month and a half since I last visited Ramen Yushoken in Alabang's Molito. Ever since then there have been sporadic moments that I've craved for the luscious noodles and the lightly seared gyoza. Since then I've had the occasional day dream about my first meal in Yushoken and I can honestly say it was the most unforgettable experience in all my ramen tasting experiences. Everyday since that fateful day I've experienced a slight drool and the beautiful fragrant smell of the hot bowl of Japanese goodness. It cannot be helped there really is something in that bowl of noodles which haunts my dreams and makes me crave for all the trappings Yushoken has to offer.
This post will surely be one of the highlights of my blog and my hobby as a blogger. A few days ago, I got a message from Exile inviting me to their anniversary yesterday at 6pm. Having had a very good dining experience and making sure that my schedule on that day was clear of any obligations, I gladly accepted their invitation. The evening was an intimate event illustrating the beautiful and colorful personality of Taft's unique hole in the wall restos.
Check out my original entry on Exile on Main Street here.
I love to eat, it's plain, it's simple and doesn't really take a lot of thought in doing. It's an activity that bonds people together and is an exploration into different flavors that excites and entices us all at the same time. Exciting and enticing of course is something that I look forward to every time I go out to eat. Last Saturday was another great time to explore the many tastes the metro has to offer. Continuing on with my exploration of the Pinto Art Museum, it couldn't be helped that we (Tricia, her family and me) stop by the museum's restaurant and sample their menu all the while basking in the wonderful view of the museum and the city.
I love museums, if there was a job that I could do it would probably be to curate museums and just roam around the halls of my workplace. To be surrounded by art, sculptures, artifacts feels like a perfect way to enjoy the day. So far I've been to some of the best and the classiest and I've also been to some of the more dreary and miserable ones. Nevertheless museum trips have always been an enjoyable experience and the Pinto Art Museum in Antipolo doesn't fail to astonish and to amaze.
My name is Alfonso your nerdy history teacher, bookworm and lover of all things cultural and exciting. You can find me in a weekend market, in a bookshop, or eating in Japanese restos during the weekends.