It is strange how my favourite photo of all my time in the Philippines was of roast pork. Or rather, of the Cebuano dish lechon, no doubt Spanish-inspired but the chillies, kalamansi, spices, lemon grass and general method of eating (in tropical heat, washed down with San Miguel beer) are very Filipino. I’ve eaten Kagoshima black pork (a descendant of Berkshires brought over from England), bellota-grade Iberico in various forms, and had cochinillo at el Duque (in Segovia) but I think this is the best roast pork I have ever eaten. How they get the skin so crispy but not burned is a marvel (a quick dr. googles seems to reveal this is from a glaze made of Cola drink or condensed milk) – and the skin is very, very crispy. When I last roasted a suckling pig on my Weber at home the skin looked good but had the texture of cardboard. In this case, the pig wasn’t whole but just the belly rolled up and stuffed with spices. It was unbelievably good. Of course there were other dishes – tocino, fried skin, pancit, fried danggit, and the inevitable adobong, but lechon deserved a post to itself I think.