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Ready to Get Messy? // An Accidental Encounter with Award-Winning Barbecue

Posted by Arlu on Nov 14, 2012 in Featured, Food, Thought Bubbles, Travel | 2 comments

For hardcore carnivores such as Anthony and myself, the discovery of a new barbecue joint is always a thrilling endeavor. During a recent road trip from Virginia Beach to Rockville, Maryland, where we spent a few days hanging out with my best friend Tina, we happened to drive past an establishment called Famous Dave’s, right along the Prince William Parkway in Woodbridge.

How to Survive a Sports Bar

Posted by Arlu on Dec 29, 2011 in Featured, Food, Thought Bubbles, Travel | 10 comments

I can count on one hand the number of times I have actually been inside a sports bar — I’m not much of a sports fan or a sports watcher, you see, with the exception of gymnastics (“Bring on the ribbons!”), synchronized swimming (“Amazing how their makeup isn’t running!”) , and, if you consider it a sport, beauty pageants (“Chin up! Chin up!”).

How I Got Clucky // A Chicken Love Story

Posted by Arlu on Dec 28, 2011 in Featured, Food, Travel | 0 comments

If you ask both Anthony and myself what our favorite restaurant is in Virginia Beach, there’s no doubt that we will answer in unison, without batting any of our eyelashes… It’s CHICK-FIL-A!

Absolutely Soaked in Butter

Posted by Arlu on Dec 27, 2011 in Featured, Food, Travel | 4 comments

A fresh bagel isn’t exactly easy to find here in Manila — The varieties I usually come across are either frozen or have been sitting on a grocery shelf for at least a few hours. Now while that’s totally fine with me (since I’m more of a pan de sal kind of guy), it’s definitely a problem with Anthony, who is not only a HUGE fan of bagels, but also loves to enjoy them straight out of the oven.

The Miss Universe of French Fries

Posted by Arlu on Dec 21, 2011 in Featured, Food, Thought Bubbles, Travel | 2 comments

One evening in Virginia Beach, both Anthony and I needed to make our own respective emergency runs — I, to Target to get a hairbrush (yes, it was an emergency) and Anthony, to the nearest pizza joint for some late night chow.