The Bacolod City New Government Center is stunning during night. It's the favorite spot for joggers and promenaders day and night who treat this plot of greenness as an alternative to the Provincial Capitol Lagoon. The whole story can be read here:
I love the textural minimalism of the whole structure. It has that local canefield sophistication that's restrained and yet functional- which depends really on the budget. Even the lobby chandelier is muted in its details. It may be vogue during the decade of which this was built, but I wonder how it shall be critiqued ten to twenty years from now.
Take note, this was taken around 10 p.m. on a weekday. This has become a local chill area for people living the the eastern part of Bacolod. Though I am glad that such areas have expanded during the last two decades, I am appalled by the rate, planning and even non-existence of sound urban planning of this area.
Why? There is no other route system or street planning that directly traverses this area save for the Circumferential road. Twenty years from now, this will become a gridlock of cars, tricycles and cane trucks as each must navigate thru this single geographical lifeline. Unless the proprietors of Villa Angela would prefer to donate their other pieces of land for street development, soon, this area will become a nightmare. Of course, why in the first place would they choose to donate this land to the city if not to directly boost the land values of their already existing plots. Which is why all along the Circumferential road you shall see an already cluttered, ramshackle, and blightful array of sundry stores, bbq kiosks and eateries contributing to the chaos and the traffic. Yes Virginia, it's urban planning at its finest.
Even the calm lapping of the center's fountain betray the chaos that lurk 100 meters from the road.
The great thing about provincial towns like Bago City(yes, this city is still a town) is how they become repositories of old Filipino Catholic rituals, preserving them, continually cherishing the age-old traditions that the Spanish have handed down to its natives. No Pasyon rap here or Visita Iglesia via Internet either. It's wonderful in a museum kind of way.
The ritual starts when the sun is nearing its final rest where everyone is assembled at the starting point. Families, couples, children, and friends walk along with the nearest processional float which usually depicts a scene during the Crucifixion of Christ- all the way from the Agony in the Garden to the Santo Intierro.
So, Good Friday is the day when most of the processions are done, and also the day when the Luzon-centric real-time crucifixions are held which I believe do not reflect real Christian values like PENITENCE! You mean I can go on killing, raping, dealing in drugs and come holy week, my sins are all absolved when I get to hang on the cross?
I love the pomp and pageantry of Philippine folk Catholicism even if the basis for some of it borders already on idolatry (e.g. the belief that wiping your snot-filled handkerchief on the Black Nazarene will do miracles, the tradition of dressing up the Sto. Nino in different near-sacrilegious forms of clothing). The atmosphere of piety is heavy and palpable during this day that you cannot help but be swept into it.
Children are especially impressed by this tradition. And a huge percentage of those in procession are below twenty and still virgin.
Some would simply stay on the roadside and light candles...
The Scourging at the Pillar scene.... When the procession circuits the city, it then returns to the church...
As we headed home from the day's medical mission in Toboso, we were treated to the raw pastoral beauty of Negros Island, the kind that arrests you on your tracks, the type that makes you linger for more, the one that makes you want to build a luxurious Balinese house that overhangs the mountainside complete with a stone infinity pool and a jacuzzi.
going home... 4pm..
It's a house on a hill...
Even the crumbling colonial buildings of Silay were charming enough during dusk.
Dulce Gatas or Dulce de Gatas. This is known as Dulce de Leche among Latin American countries like Argentina and also as Caramel spread or Milk Jam in Europe. Dulce Gatas is a delectable dessert in Negros made famous by the artisanal kitchens of Silay City with El Ideal Bakery coming to the fore.
To produce dulce gatas, fresh carabao's milk and muscovado sugar are cooked together in a copper pot which is then reduced to a caramel consistency. It is then poured into Tupperware-like pots or plastic canisters and is immediately cooled at room temperature. It's eaten by spooning the sticky mess and licking it like crazy. If stored inside a fridge, dulce gatas stays for about two weeks but due to the insistent urge to dig in, it doesn't stay for more than a week.
The taste of which is caramelly sweet and decadent. As for the texture is soft, somewhat grainy from all the small curdled milk inside and it is slightly oily. It literally sticks on the tongue. It's like that taste of burnt sugar or perhaps caramel but with a more "going-down-&-going-up" flavor.
Usually, the best way to eat this heavenly dessert is to take a tablespoonful or two right after dinner. This will take the "umay" of the meal away, thus, leaving you somewhat in a sugar high. To eat it in one sitting is a recipe for sudden death, so it is best to take it moderately.
You can find this in select restaurants like Pendy's and El Ideal, and pasalubong centers like Bong-bong's and ANP Showroom. So far the best brand I've tried is not Kat-kat's but El Ideal's.
Bacolod natives, when it comes to culinary experiences, are not an adventurous lot. They are fickle when it comes to nouvelle cuisine, they are wary of ethnic foods and they have this kind of herd mentality when it comes to patronizing restaurants. This is perhaps why some hole-in-the-wall restaurants thrive despite being obscure and why some restaurants situated on the main drag fold after a few months.
The factor in Bacolod which can make or break a business is “word of mouth.” No flashy advertizing needed, just plain small-town grapevine method. Locals, especially the older bunch, won’t touch weird non-local food unless some friend, colleague or relative swears by it and recommends it enthusiastically. This has resulted in a food society built on reputation, honor, and group mentality. Such nuance had negatively affected reputable businesses in the past such as Bo’s Coffee Club & Krua Thai in Sorrento, Gerry’s Grill in Lacson, and Namaste Indian Restaurant in Goldenfields while propping up hard-to-find eateries such as Lord Byron’s Ribs, Tiyo Sid’s Grilled Burgers, Pamilya Grill in Eroreco (Fake Bob’s) and now… SODAM Korean Restaurant.
Sodam Korean Restaurant is a relatively quaint hole-in-the-wall chucked along Lacson Street. It’s beside Regency Inn and lies between San Antonio Abad and Lupit Churches. It’s better to take the car though, if not, a taxi will do.
Upon entering the newly decorated resto, your eyes will have to adjust at the luridly sanguinous walls, better to cloak the near-monopoly color of red chilies that will inevitably share your dining table. The furniture is typical Korean in style and was comfortable enough for a three hour fire fest.
As for the food, they are delicious as they are reasonably priced. For a full meal, one would need to shell out about ~P300 ($7.50) as we had done so but you will leave the restaurant stuffed to the gills. Their menu is adequate with English translations and a photo of each dish for those who are even English-impaired. Prices range from P100 to P600, but in our case, a whole sizzling platter of Osam Bulgogi cost about P350, enough to feed 4-5 people. Although the Bulgogi’s reddish color was a portent of hot things to come, it was tempered by the sweetness of the dish and the liters of free mineral water that the waitresses were happy to refill. Remarkably, our group survived the deliciousness of this dish that we welcomed the four other dishes with weak smiles and nervous laughs. There was an omelet with 20% chilies by dry weight, a sweet noodle dish that was deceptively hot, Bibimbap which was one of the best I’ve tried and an inexpensive P100 Korean roll (very filling).
What I do appreciate about Sodam is how the owner gave us free stuff. FREE!! First that was given was appetizers of kimchi and pickled radish (no brainer here), then the free softdrinks (yes!), then the free vegetable omelet in a skillet type of dish, and while we were sweating it out, we were given a bowl of miso-like soup.
Our friend J was ecstatic when the bowl of soup was placed in front of him saying that this was the only dish that doesn’t looked hot. Much to his chagrin, when he spooned some of the soup, a whole red chili popped up winking at him.
“Hello Clarisse,” he muttered, his eyes boring into the smiling chili pepper.
As each bite passed down our throats, we sweated bullets and yet, we can’t stop from stuffing ourselves into stupor. By the end of the meal, everything was wiped out. Except for the rice.
One of the things recommended here was their imported Korean ice cream. What better way to dislodge the capsaicin from your taste receptors than by eating lots of casein, a component of milk. We stuffed ourselves with these cold delights- a late consolation- with some getting a melon ice drop (similar to Malaysia’s potong), a fish shaped candied azuki bean – vanilla ice cream sandwich, and a couple of cookies & cream sandwiches.
That dining experience was terrific despite the piquancy of the meal. For those wishing an authentic and quality Korean meal, Sodam is the place. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED. It’s Sodam hot yet Sodam good. VIDEO! I do not know who these are but I sure was amused by their chili-induced psychosis while they defile SODAM resto. Thank God we don't have a youtube version like theirs.
