In Antipolo, I ate extremely well. Not a lot, you judgy bastards. Just one plate of one good food after another.
The food tastes strikingly clean. Not sure if it is all the air here but everything I ate went down lightly. I can be eating something savory and totally heavy yet my tastebuds come out surprisingly on their feet. Not on a trudge as if they have gone three rounds with Rousey.
A Viva Mexicano theme is also happening with most menus here in Antipolo. I am guessing it has to do with its cathedral patron, Our Lady of Peace and Good Voyage, brought to Antipolo from Mexico in 1626, which is not recently.
Naturally, I am completely oblivious to this fact and educated myself only when I stumbled upon the massive dome of the cathedral by accident – again – while searching for Pinto Art Gallery.
I know, I know. I seem to be always lost in this Antipolo expedition. And well, you are not wrong. But I keep on finding gold along the way so who is the real winner here?