Even at a very young age I was already exposed to different types of cuisine, thanks to my late father who probably had one of the best palates and definitely had the most adventurous attitude when it came to food. Some of my fondest, most vivid memories of my dad include him eating tuna sashimi while enjoying his San Miguel Pale Pilsen in the afternoons, him taking us to Tagaytay to eat real corned beef with cabbage, him stocking up on pickled and fermented vegetables from kimchi, to sauerkraut, and atsara, him preparing marshmallows and cutting up fruits for our Toblerone Swiss fondue at home, and him serving up my favorite Spanish tortilla when we have nothing else to eat for dinner.
While most kids around me lived off the classic hotdog and white rice combination (literally the most Filipino thing, ever… not going to lie, I was a big fan), I was having salmon sashimi as my preferred merienda at home and making pastrami sandwiches when hunger would strike at midnight.
This kind of upbringing that I am very grateful for definitely influenced the kind of traveler that I would then become. Whenever I travel, food and drink always take precedence over just about anything. A trip would not be complete without having tried something new and something typical of the place I was visiting. And more often than not, if I end up liking a dish or a drink, no matter how strange it is or how hard it is to find, I would have it as many times as humanly possible before I have to unfortunately leave.
While Filipino cooking still holds a very special place in my heart (Tofu Kare Kare is life), I have decided to come up with a definitive list of places worth traveling to, if only for the culinary experience. Here I outline my favorite food and cuisine, out of those I have had the privilege of trying thus far while on the road, all of which I think everyone should experience at least once in their lives.
All photos were compiled and taken from my two Instagram accounts (defunct and current), for anyone who might be wondering.
I don’t think it’s possible for me to stop gushing about how even the food you find in convenience stores and street stalls in Japan is so damn good. Get a couple of negitoro onigiri from Family Mart and you’re set. Try takoyaki and okonomiyaki from any of the stalls in Osaka, even the ones outside of Dotonbori, and see if you don’t fall in love. Eat at a random ramen stand or the vendo ones in Tokyo Station and you’re bound to have a good time either way. Don’t even get me started with the freshest chirashi bowls in Tsukiji Fish Market (with all the different types of tuna and salmon, my mouth is watering right now) and just Japanese beer in general. Kanpai!
Why do you think I chose to live in the Basque Country? If my dad were still alive, I’m sure he would pat me on the back for choosing to live in the region that holds the record for most Michelin-starred restaurants per capita in the world. Imagine being surrounded by world-class pintxos wherever you go and relatively cheap but very good quality wine (shoutout to the Basque txakoli and all the good times we’ve had). We haven’t even reached the topic of paella yet which I believe deserves its own post. And I can’t believe I’m saying this, but really, we all have to admit it: 100 Montaditos is basically a god-send.
3. Hong Kong
I cannot count how many times in my life I have paused, in times of distress and in times of lonesome (for fear of looking ridiculous), and tried to remember the distinct smell of roast duck that basically screams Hong Kong. From the street food down in Mong Kok to the noodles up in the Peak, Hong Kong offers an incredible culinary experience that is unlike any other. I will never forget the mismatched adventures of going all the way to Lan Kwai Fong in Central for classic milk tea and back to Yau Ma Tei in Kowloon for world-renowned dim sum and dumplings. Thank goodness Hong Kong is a mere 2-hour flight from Manila.
Whether it’s pizza in Rome, risotto in Venice, or steak in Florence, Italy does not seem to run out of timeless choices to offer. But my best memory would have to be that time I literally chased after my passion and rode my way across Italy by train to taste all the best gelato, also known as man’s greatest invention, that the country has to offer. I don’t even know how many times I ate ice cream in the span of one week, definitely several on some days, just so I could maximize my time there and the seemingly countless flavors that exist. I actually cannot wait to do it again.
I can still remember channeling my inner Anthony Bourdain and finding my way to The Lunch Lady by the Saigon river to try her world-famous phở like it was yesterday. Setting aside my pescatarian sensibilities for a moment, I wolfed down everything in that bowl of life because it was just so flavorful and so authentically Vietnamese. The rest of the time, if I wasn’t overdosing on Vietnamese coffee and bánh mì, I was desperately on the look out for gỏi cuốn and sugarcane juice. The best part was that my 23-year old self didn’t seem to be running out of money. What I would give to fly back there soon.
My memories of Belgium are definitely hazy and I have pints of delicious Belgian Hoegaardeen beer to thank for that. But the culinary experience was so vivid that to this day I haven’t forgotten the richness of Belgian chocolate, the sinfulness of Belgian waffles, and the deceptiveness of Belgian fries. I went to Belgium knowing practically nothing about the country, on a short weekend trip to meet up with friends, and went home a Belgian cuisine convert and a completely changed person, with boxes and boxes of truffles, of course.
I used to just marvel at photos of colorful floating markets on magazines and websites but when I finally visited one in Bangkok, I was not disappointed at all. In sampling endless plates of Thai pancakes, drinking glasses of Thai iced tea one after the other, gobbling down hot bowls of tom yum and cold servings of mango sticky rice, one realizes that Thai cuisine is the most faithful reflection of how rich and vibrant the country’s culture is. Not to mention the coconut ice cream, fresh fruit shakes, and pad thai to-go scattered all over Khao San Road. I wouldn’t mind getting lost in dark alleys again if it meant having these food in my life.
Imagine wandering aimlessly in Munich hoping to find a place where you could eat after a rather tiring train ride and then at the perfect moment of hunger stumbling upon the actual beer garden of your dreams. Such was my experience in Germany. To this day, I still question whether or not that experience was real because it turned out to be the best 20-euro meal I have ever had in Europe, if not just simply the best. Period. A wide selection of wurst and bier, sauerkraut, pretzels, and good vibes from amazing German people: this is the stuff dreams are made of.