Sulu pugita
1,350
Octopus from the Sulu Sea, held over the embers until the edges char. Pili gremolata and a calamansi sofrito underneath.
Filipinos have always eaten seafood best in the open air — picking the fish yourself, handing it to a cook, then tearing into it over rice with everyone reaching into the middle. Taglish keeps the appetite of that meal and changes the room around it.
A sosyal na dampa. You are welcome to use your hands. Nobody will make you.
Everything meets fire first. Skewers of Sulu pugita and Gensan tuna go over the embers next to dry-aged beef, so the catch gets the attention usually reserved for a steak. That is the whole argument of the room, and the reason the tuna is sold by the porterhouse.
The provinces stay on the menu where they belong: crab from Guimaras, diwal from Negros, boquerones from Balayan, tuna from General Santos.
Every fish carries the province it came from. If it can be caught here, it is not imported.
Live fire is the only through-line between a langoustine skewer and a 1.3kg tomahawk.
Brunello, Jonata, Cristom — bottles worth a whole evening, poured one glass at a time.
A lumpia bar, eight-day dry-aged tuna kilaw, and wagyu buried in snow for 32 days.
Three plates that explain the room. The rest of the kitchen is in the gallery.
1,350
Octopus from the Sulu Sea, held over the embers until the edges char. Pili gremolata and a calamansi sofrito underneath.
3,700
The argument of the room. Tuna from General Santos, cut on the bone and cooked with the attention usually saved for beef. Tamarind brown butter, capers.
From 450 an ounce
Five prefectures, four ounces minimum, two pieces to the ounce. Kumamoto through to Ohmi, with snow-aged Niigata in between.