The best meals I’ve ever eaten weren’t in restaurants. They were found.
A bowl of soup at a market stall in Southeast Asia. A slow-cooked stew in a tiny village kitchen in Southern Europe. A roadside grill that had no name, no sign, and a queue stretching around the block.
Food travel isn’t about ticking off Michelin stars. It’s about following your nose, sitting down with strangers, and letting a place tell its story through what it feeds you.
Here I share the places I’ve been, the food that stopped me in my tracks, and what I brought back to my own kitchen.
🇵🇭 Seven Thousand One Hundred Islands — The Philippines
Ten years of annual visits to Manila. A food adventure through Batangas, Taal, and beyond — eating bulalo, tawilis, sinaing na tulingan, and everything in between.
Cooking with Migs 