Everyone. Lovers, fighters, the lonely, the loud. The Verdict: Come here when you need to remember that sourness is just a prelude to sweetness. And order the Sisig next time. I saw it go to table seven and I almost cried with envy.
It came in a deep clay bowl, the broth a murky, opaque pinkish-red from the watermelon purée. The beef short rib was enormous, falling off the bone, its marrow glistening. He ladled the broth first. He tasted the sour of tamarind, but then—a ghost of sweetness, a hint of summer melon that made the sourness deeper, more tragic. manam restaurant review
Marco pulled out his phone. He wasn’t a food blogger, but he wrote a review anyway, typing with one thumb while holding a spoon in the other. Everyone