Yesterday Joks, Jaden and I attended a mass for our dearly departed former boss. After the mass, we were treated to lunch in the Kanin Club in Westgrove, Alabang. It's near Vicki Belo's clinic (my former co-workers told me they saw her eating there as well!)

Anyway, lunch was fab. The kare-kare was okay, the tahong, too, everything they served us. But what really got my attention is this heart-attack inducing dinuguan.


Mind you, it's not just your regular run-of-the-mill dinuguan. It's crisp and crunchy deep-fried pork and innards wrapped in a thick bloody sauce. Yum. I'm getting hungry just thinking about it.

Since I already ate so much, I thought that I would skip dessert. I thought wrong.

Behold, the turon.
Like the dinuguan, this one's special as well. Inside, instead of the regular banana and langka combo, you will find, to your extreme delight, strips of macapuno, pieces of nata de coco, sago, mung beans and ube haleya. Yes, it's the halo-halo in a turon. I ate so much I found it hard to breathe on the way home.

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