The Catch
Talaba pulled from Aklan’s waters at first light — shucked, steamed, kissed by lemon and chili.
A backyard grill bar in Old Buswang, Kalibo. Ten years in, still arguing with the charcoal — and still winning. Fresh talaba, hand-cut platters, ice-cold pours.




Talaba pulled from Aklan’s waters at first light — shucked, steamed, kissed by lemon and chili.
Charcoal that’s old enough to know better. Tanigue, bangus, prawns, all painted with smoke.
Iron plates that arrive louder than the table. Pork sisig that snaps before it hushes the room.
San Mig in glass that sweats. Rum that warms. Buko that finishes a long, humid night.

Grilled meats. Fresh seafood. Built for a serious table.

Sour-soured broth, served until the plate stops singing.

Six on the half-shell. Calamansi, bird’s-eye, vinegar.
Below is the short list — the working version of what regulars order without thinking. The full menu lives on its own page, with photos and the full price list.
Pre-built spreads for birthdays, team dinners, big nights — priced flat, no surprises. Call ahead so we can set it up right.
“The kind of place where the talaba is fresh, the grill stays loud, and nobody hurries you out.”
