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Wednesday, 31 March 2010

Cake


His Royal Orangeness Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit have been dognapped in an LV bag! Oh no! The Dawgs are more Goyard than pang-masa LV!

The graveyard

His Royal Orangess Karl Willem, PA/PR Gromit, and Zatoichi Rupert admire the belated birthday cake. The dawgs love and thank The Dogwalker!

Mmmmm.

Shrooms overload.


Since we laughed so much at the Kickass viewing, we worked up an appetite for 'shrooms.

Wooden beams.

Pretty.

Truffle pizza and truffle pasta. Why are mafunghi foods so delish?

Kickass


Kickass is a movie Hollywood studios didn't want to make. Thank God the Brits and Brad Pitt thought otherwise. It's one of the best comic book movies this year. One (actually two) of Hit Girl's weapons is a balisong. The movie has over the top scenes of blood and gore that an elderly couple walked out of the cinema 30 minutes into the movie. It's that good!

On the matter of the balisong, it's no longer an exclusive Batangas product. Hit Girl's titanium handle model is actually made in Oregon by a company that has also trademarked its butterfly knives as Bali-song. I wonder if Ate Vi is feeling lucky.


The director talks about the struggles of getting the movie made.

Spy Wednesday Dessert 2.


There was a long wait for Pontius Pilate's decision so the Apostles had some time for more nibbles.

The Dogwalker with arty-farty Parisian photos in the background.

Let us try the two-Michelin starred easter chick.

Sculpted using chantilly creme, white chocolate, and sponge cake.

Look, I am Amun-Ra!

Mine eyes! Mine eyes!

Alas, poor Yorick...but a shell of what once was.

Spy Wednesday Dessert 1.


After lunch, the Philistines in our tummies were still baying for more...and thus to the ice cream parlour!

Oxford Blue for our pretty guest The Dogwalker and strawberry for the Benguet Boy The Nashman. (Strawberries are NOT Baguio produce, they are La Trinidad's!)

Eating ice cream just as the apostles did while waiting for Caiaphas to pass judgment.

Spy Wednesday...


...begins with apricot danish and double shot espresso.

The Nashman's vegetarian lunch.

The Dogwalker's corn studded lunch.

Really? Oh how helpful! What about 5x 100ml servings? It could also be 4x 125ml servings!

Tuesday, 30 March 2010

Portugese Chicken Inasal


...is The Dogwalker's favourite food. We shared 1/2 chicken with chips and spicy rice.

Mmmmmmmm....it was filling.

Impressively, girl at next table was eating one half chicken, fries, and rice on her own! However does she manage to be so thin!

Not so Holy Tuesday


Breakfast.

Not today.

Mmmm. Pesto with harissa.

Nice food. Nice view.

Monday, 29 March 2010

Chekwafu Dinner (Again)


Lemon chicken and deep fried wantons.

Mmmmm.

Save the earth. Fly in glacial water.

Fafette at Divinity School


Wow sir master ang galing ng mata mo master sir. Nice shot.

Sir master galing talaga ng mga kuha mo sir master.

Truth in advertising

The Dogwalker led The Nashman for Pizza lunch. It was delish.

The ad photo for chef Francesco Mazzei's Calabrese Pizza.

The reality.

The ad photo for Chef Mazze's Tagliolini Funghi.

The reality. Ma-funghi talaga ang amoy (truffles) pero masarap.

Sunday, 28 March 2010

Sunday Perambulations with the Dawgs


Spanish sounds so malaswa. I don't mind being molestar'd as long as it's not by Catholic priests.

Breakfast. It's Palm Sunday so we are avoiding meat and egg is not yet meat innit?

This lion, however, feels so molested and violated.

His Royal Orangeness Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit show Zatoichi Rupert around the mean streets of Londontown.

Early morning, swinging by Carnaby.

HRO Karl Willem, PA/PR Gromit, and Zatoichi Rupert insisted we sit down for tea before digesting other food of a cerebral nature.

Black berries and strawberries remind us all of our childhood in Benguet.

We went to see some snaps for the Deutsche Borse photography prize.

HRO Karl Willem, after a short weekend in Londontown, leads us all back into the shire.

Late lunch....

...followed by very late dinner of Tsekwa take-away...from a takeaway place where, uncharacteristically, the people are cheerful.