It's not often I drop a five-star review, let alone in the Philippines, where I've spent more than my fair share of nights chasing the next great meal. But here we are. Palm Grill, you magnificent bastard, you've done it.
Let's talk about Tiyula Itum. A dish born in the Muslim communities of Mindanao, this black beef soup isn't just food--it's history in a bowl. The blackened broth owes its depth to burnt coconut, an old Tausug cooking technique that adds an almost primal smokiness. It's rich, earthy, unapologetic. You taste the soul of Mindanao in every sip. And the beef? Slow-cooked until it surrenders.
I let the waiter steer me toward the set meal--smart move. Tossed in some bone marrow for good measure, because when the option for marrow presents itself, you don't hesitate. The portion says "good for two," but let's be honest, I could have obliterated the whole thing myself.
The restaurant itself is a clean, well-lit sanctuary in the middle of Manila's chaos. A massive glass panel separates diners from the kitchen, letting you watch the action while keeping your clothes mercifully free of kitchen fumes. The place was nearly empty on a Thursday night--criminal, considering what's coming out of that kitchen--but that just meant my food arrived fast, fresh, and steaming hot.
This is the kind of meal that sticks with you. A dish you dream about, crave, scheme ways to return for. If you find yourself in the Philippines and you don't seek this out, what the hell are you even doing? read more