There’s no middle way for durian—the thorny fruit with usually yellow flesh and distinctive divisive aroma widely distributed in Southeast Asia—it’s either you love it or loathe it. Me? I’m addicted. I need my fix constantly. Every time I fly to Mindanao, the southernmost of the three major island groups of the Philippines, I pray I get to eat durian.
Last year I was assigned to General Santos City, the southernmost port city of the country. I arranged to meet with a friend at Blugre Cafe, originally from Davao City, the country’s durian capital. While waiting for her I was stoked when I saw that it serves durian gatchpuccino—an interesting mix of coffee and durian. That night I was in food heaven. Do drink up, though, to savor the generous durian meat at the bottom.
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