There is an entire street in Bacolod dedicated to its famous chicken dish called inasal. An entire street. It is called Manukan Country, meaning Chicken Country. Every meal I ate here. I tried to emigrate but I cannot find the right counter.
What they serve here is grilled native chicken. Simple and straightforward but goddamn delicious. The entire island must eat here come Masskara Festival and I don’t feel bad at all for the chicken Holocaust happening at the back of the restaurants. It is for a worthy cause.
Also, apart from inasal, they have fresh oysters here. Mountains of it. The best part is everything comes cheap. The difference is not subtle. It is lethal. So be warned. Food coma is good. Death, not as much. How can you eat more if you are dead?
But the best thing I ate in Bacolod has got to be mangosteen. Because the lady selling it on the street gave it to me free! I told her I have never tried it so she picks a ripe one from the bunch, hands it to me, and instructs me how to eat it. Thank you, lady!