Category: Davao

Lord of the Ribs in Davao

IT can indeed stake claim to the name, Lord of the Ribs.

At P270 per rack of grilled babyback ribs dipped in a secret garlic sauce and coated with sweet sauce, you’d be licking your fingers the moment you grab a piece.

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My first visit was through an invitation by the owner, where we were treated to everything on the menu except the quesadillas, and even one that’s not yet in the menu, the Peri-Belly (liempo).

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But you know how it goes when you eat too much and too many kinds of good food… you can’t remember much except for the drowsiness that follows. Drowsy, I was, such that as soon as I arrived home, I drifted off to sleep with the lights still on and the evening rituals not done. I woke up two hours later to prepare for bed.

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I returned the following evening to savor the ribs.

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Here’s my article about the experience in Sun.Star Davao.
http://www.sunstar.com.ph/davao/lifestyle/2017/06/04/ribs-sharing-545562

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Ribs for sharing

THE place is called Lord of the Ribs, and yes, it can easily be the Lord of the Ribs.

This new franchise from Cebu promises big burps as a P270 order of their babyback ribs will bring you a half-kilo slab that one person will have difficulty to consume, not unless that person has a huge appetite.

Our first introduction was courtesy of the honor, Cathy Tan, who asked Chester to invite me and whoever I can drag along. I managed to drag along editor Rhea and reporter Juliet to feast on everything they have except the quesadilla. The ribs alone could already knock you out, but there was the potato shells and the chicken peri-peri and the peri-belly and the rib rice and that jalapeno stick and dessert and… just the thought would make you dizzy. Just imagine if you are eating it.

Suffice it to say, everything is really good. Except that it’s not adviseable to eat them all when there’s just a few of you.

Thus, the following evening, I returned with just Imee and we shared the ribs and the potato shells. It was one satisfying meal.

Being Lord of the Ribs, the first choice should be the ribs, but if you’re on your own or your friends are not in the mood to eat ribs with you, then just get the rib rice. It’s the same tender pork ribs in value-meal size. The potato shells is something you must try… and the peri-peri and the peri-belly and the rib sandwich and the dessert! But again, just don’t eat them all in one seating.

Lord of the Ribs is at Bricklane in Barrio Obrero. It’s at the back of the stage if you’re entering through Bricklane’s regular entrance along Palma Gil Street. Or better, you go the Guzman Street way and find a parking space right there. Where’s Guzman Street? It’s that street where San Pedro Hospital is. Just drive on toward Obrero and when you hit the corner on the left, that’s it. When coming from Bajada, Palma Gil Street is the one where there is a Central Convenience Store at the corner.

Have fun and return for more!

The ostriches of Queensland

No, not Queensland in Australia. Rather Queensland Lodge, a well-known motel (and all that it implies) in Davao City. Queensland has a baywalk that has become a public park where people do their morning exercises and promenade or go fishing.

Mingling among them are five ostriches. Yeps, real live ostriches owned by the Queensland owner and allowed to walk free among the promenaders, walkers, joggers, some recreational fishers, and yes, those who dance the Zumba.

These ostriches strut around the baywalk.
These ostriches strut around the baywalk.
They like to walk along with walkers like me.
They like to walk along with walkers like me.
Sometimes, they paint a picture of brooding threat. But, no, they are just curious, actually.
Sometimes, they paint a picture of brooding threat. But, no, they are just curious, actually.
They have become favorite subjects of photos. Promenaders pose with them every chance they get.
They have become favorite subjects of photos. Promenaders pose with them every chance they get.
And this one loves playing with seawater, her caretaker says.
And this one loves playing with seawater, her caretaker says.
She even greeted me on my birthday.
She even greeted me on my birthday.
They sometimes give me a peek of their mating practice.
They sometimes give me a peek of their mating practice.
At times they walk in a group.
At times they walk in a group.
But I love them most when they join the Zumba.
But I love them most when they join the Zumba.
Which they love to do.
Which they love to do.
They strike funny poses with the dancing women.
They strike funny poses with the dancing women.
Peer down the rear of one of them.
This one is peering down the rear of one of them.
And even close and open her mouth like taunting her choice for the day.
And even close and open her mouth like taunting her choice for the day.
But would quickly retract its neck when accosted.
Only to retract its neck when accosted, as if saying, I am not doing anything!
And then return, as if wanting to learn.
And then return, as if wanting to learn.
And they can shake their butts like the Zumba dancers do.
And they can shake their butts like the Zumba dancers do.
And spread their wings as if showing how people should dance.
And spread their wings as if showing how people should dance.
The ostriches are now as ubiquitous as the giant replica of David.
The ostriches are now as ubiquitous as the giant replica of David. Yes, that replica.

Baganga at last (More Pablo wastelands)

Like Cateel, Baganga is also an old town, thus there were still a few old wooden houses there, pre-Pablo. Not anymore. From Bislig, where we were assured of concrete and landslide-free road, Baganga is around three hours and 20 minutes father down south through the eastern seaboards of Southeastern Mindanao. A total of 410 km from Davao City via Agusan del Sur and Surigao del Sur.

DSC_1155But this is all you can find.

Houses twisted and turned and tumbled. A repetition of what we have witnessed in Cateel.DSC_1156

My fascination for old houses held me enthralled as I stared at the grilles and capiz shell windows of this house in the outer fringes of Baganga.
DSC_1157As we drew nearer the town center, the destruction became more apparent. Although the broken coconut trees and bald agricultural lands were the same.

DSC_1159The bridge that connects the outer fringes to the town center is like a scene from the movies where you are first given a glimpse of what could be, but could not really behold what lies beyond the hump. The bald mountains, and the broken telecom towers, however, will serve as warning to the more observant. DSC_1160Yes, there are actually two telecom towers on that hill. There is the Smart that remains standing but is already stripped of its satellite plates. And a nearly decimated Globe tower right beside it (it’s the short but wide stump right behind the lamppost on the bridge.

DSC_1167After the hump… the scene.

DSC_1169A scene that stretches on past the business district.

DSC_1171The scene of twisted metals remain, this must have been the municipal gym.DSC_1174While nothing much remains of a Shell gas station.DSC_1176But unlike the other gas stations we saw, this one was distinct… because the posts holding up the roof did not survive and crushed the gas pump beneath it.DSC_1178From the car window, another old house.DSC_1179Just before we arrived inside the compound of the Department of Public Works and Highways where the provincial relief operations center is based and where the TSF will be setting up their calling center.DSC_1180The Red Cross tent and vehicle near another pile of twisted metals paint a picture of conflict, as if there’s war instead of the destruction by a storm.DSC_1182The government buildings were not spared, their roofs ripped off as well. While a mango tree looks forlorn without leaves.DSC_1187The Red Cross had already set up a congee line where people get something to fill their tummies at the entrance of the compound.DSC_1190Inside, offices are converted into different operations centers. DSC_1192We found Davao Oriental Gov. Cora Malanyaon beside one of those buildings and my companions explained why the TSF is in town. It took a while before it sank in that the group promises emergency communication equipment, which opened the door for everyone. Choose your wild, set up where you want.DSC_1198And so they got this black trolley bag…
DSC_1199Put a white cloth on an extra table outside a building…

DSC_1203… which from the streamer outside indicated it could once have been the police station.

DSC_1204By the way, don’t think the offices can be used. They are actually full of debris. This is how it looks inside the police station. I saw similar debris in the social welfare office nearer the compound entrance.

DSC_1215Back to the TSF crew, after bringing in their trolley bag, they brought out their units and waited for a signal.

DSC_1205 DSC_1209 DSC_1211And then they were all set. Satellite phones in a row, waiting to be used by very eager relief workers who have not been in touch with their families and bosses for the past several days.DSC_1214 DSC_1219The Smart Communication executives made the pilot call, to their boss in Manila to inform him that yes, the calling center is now officially operational.DSC_1220Word quickly spread and relief workers started lining up to get first crack at reaching out to their families and colleagues who have no idea how they are doing since they arrived.DSC_1230First in line was Benny Aquino, a worker of the Department of Social Works and Development, who placed a call to his boss in Davao City.DSC_1232 DSC_1233 DSC_1235 DSC_1236 DSC_1246Soon after, the other units were put into use. There’s one problem, however, that’s slowing them down… visibility. It was already dark and the crew could hardly read the phone numbers.DSC_1251All they have is a flashlight to light up their operation. Remember I’m using flash.DSC_1255But this is how it looks when I turn off the flash.DSC_1263We had to leave on the same night and all along the more than 90 kilometers of concrete road back to Bislig, this is all that we see. Reflectorized chevron signs that light up as we approach.DSC_1283Another day has ended…

Portraiture… of the underwater kind

We’re still underwater, from my collection of years ago.

Since we’ve already tackled “connections”, here are some of those photos I most treasure because of the subjects’ seeming willingness to have their portraits taken.

It’s a joy to establish such connection with creatures in the wild.

Like crabby crabs…

Of different kinds. All of them caught at mid-flight, staring.

The mantis shrimp, dangerous as it is, pauses for a while before disappearing underground.

A hinge-beaked shrimp giving a full frontal.

A tomato clown anemone fish seconds before it attacks to protect its territory.

A puffer resting on a soft coral.

My favorite of them all, in a pose I can no longer replicate.. the elegant mandarin fish looking straight at the camera.

Indeed, to establish connection with nature is a joy to behold and these are but a few of the joy the underwater world has shared. How much longer will they be down there to showcase a world so different from ours? For as long as we keep our oceans clean… At the rate we are dumping wastes and silt into it, however, this beauty may no longer be there for the next generation to behold.

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