If every pastry on a plate is an indulgence, then this is indulgence times ten.

When the weather is this gloomy, impinging on my morale and mood, I long for certain things. Food comes to mind of course, but not just any food.

A recent incident makes me see that even in an unfortunate circumstance, my appetite remains strong.

Bacolod is where my Philippine sugar dreams come to life.

After witnessing the truly labor-intensive work required to grow and harvest rice, I’m convinced there must be some truth to the old saying that every grain of rice left on one’s plate equals one year in purgatory.

I’m absolutely giddy to be in Bacolod, the Philippines’ Sugar City. As per all my travels, I’m armed with my food research (codigo) and recommendations from DCF readers (thanks so much all, you know who you are!)

Deals like this don't come around that often.

A typical Vietnamese meal this isn’t.