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Life Is Like A Good Meal

I love road trips, it's a good time to catch up with friends and clear the mind of worries. As you look at the endless highway and the horizon, it makes you think of life, where it took you and where it will take you.
The day after Trent's proposal to Jenny, we head back to the city. I rode with Pat following the lead of Enrique's van. Pat and I have been friends for more than a decade now, twice or thrice a year, we try a new adventure or restaurant and update each other with what's happening in our busy lives. Today, we find ourselves at C, the famous Italian Restaurant in Clark, Pampanga. I've eaten there twice during the campaign of 2010 and I wanted Pat and Enrique to try their panizza. We had an artichoke appetizer, two flavors of panizza and a pasta dish. It was a good meal, we finished everything without feeling too stuffed. The two weren't disappointed, it was worth the detour.
Life is like a good meal, we savor every bite and every conversation that goes with it. A meal is like life, best shared and always thanked for.

The SCTEx - Subic, Clark, Tarlac Expressway.





Autographed plates of C's famous diners.




Panizza with Pat and Enrique.

The Panizza



One perfect bite!



Photo-op with the friendly C Team.


C Italian Restaurant 1210 Don Juico Avenue, Angeles City / Tel. 045 892 4059

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  1. Wonderful, another good meaning of life. :) "Life is like a good meal, we savor every bite and every conversation that goes with it. A meal is like life, it is shared and always thanked for." Wink!

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  2. I love checking this site once in a while.. Very nice insights, and the pics make me hungry. I love Italian, and I would sure visit the place soon!

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    1. Thank you very much Ruth, it really makes me happy to know you enjoy my blog. Happy holidays!

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