Red Horse. The Peace Corps in Guimaras. During The Manggahan Festival, the two go hand-in-hand. So I should not have been surprised when one of the famed San Miguel Brewery's rare bottles of their prized beer showed up. Yes, "The Happy Horse" galloped onto our table that evening much to my surprise and delight.
Roasted peanuts bought from youthful vendors roaming the festival grounds (for 10 pesos a bag) went very well with the bottles of San Miguel Pale Pilsen and Red Horse we consumed. And even though we were seated at one of the many food outlets at the mango fest, the salespeople hawking roasted, fried, and boiled peanuts along with quail eggs and chicheron, Fililpino-prepared pork rind, freely entered the outdoor eateries without any protests from those selling prepared food. As long as people were buying beer, the restaurateurs seemed content.
Can you see the difference? Note the smiling horse and the different colors on the label on the right. Yep, that's Red Horse's brother, "Happy Horse."
Now I probably have encountered this smiling stallion on previous occasions but have not noticed probably due to an advanced stage of inebriation.
The beer of choice for our local expat group is San Miguel Pale Pilsen, but many locals and youthful visitors such as the Peace Corps in Guimaras drink Red Horse. It's cheaper and has more of a kick. Call it the "devil's juice," if you like. At around 7% alcohol content, Red Horse is probably the strongest beer in the Philippines.
So we continued to honor this potent brew and partied into the evening. The Sainted Patient Wife had returned from the carnival area and had taken our niece and nephew back to her home in Guimaras for the evening. She never drinks Red Horse and opted for a bottle of San Miguel Light which she rarely drinks (she wanted Tanduay Ice, but the restaurant was out of it.)
With "Fearless Frank" from Florida in tow (seated next to my asawa in the photo above), we headed out to the stage area as we heard a live band gearing up. Frank was carrying his bottle of Tanduay Rhum in his back pocket, and we were ready to rock. And rock we did!