After visiting Carcar’s town center and Carcar’s now-out-in-the-open secret, we decided to drive a few kilometers further south to the town of Sibonga. I don’t know why we bothered to waste our gas to go to the next town, but our guide said Carcar doesn’t have any decent place to eat. From what I’ve seen passing through the city by bus countless of times, there doesn’t really seem to have any decent place to eat there. Maybe there are still many secrets in Carcar I need to discover.
I am not into music, but music is a huge part of my life, just like food. You see, my family (at least on my maternal grandmother’s side) has musical roots. My great-grandfather was a musician and a composer. He composed our island’s hymn, the Siquijor Island Hymn, and many other songs.
Remember our quick trip to Carcar? I mentioned that the reason my sister and I ventured to the small city south of Cebu City was to have dinner. I told her that Carcar has the best lechon in the province. I’ve tasted several other best lechon (such as Rico’s lechon and CnT’s lechon) but I thought Carcar’s lechon was the most delicious because it tasted nearer to the way our lechons in Lazi tasted. Anthony Bourdain’s loss was that he only got to taste one kind of lechon and immediately declared it the best pig ever.