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September 27, 7:37 PMNY Boxing ExaminerMichael Marley
As a gourmand, I only like to eat where the fine go to dine.
But, recently, I have had to back send two entrees back to the kitchen with no compliments for the chef.
First came the Flambe Marquez-Mayweather, which was terribly overcooked and had a faint smell of urine.
This dish did not deliver what was promised, instead it was soaked with Mayweather and sadly lacking in Marquez.
It was a jabfest which left me hungry for a real, competitive fight.
HBO delivered another disappointing mismatch Saturday night.
After 10 rounds of Quesadilla Arreola mixed with No Chicken Kiev, my taste buds were numb.
The red sauce was provided by the radar like jabs and right hands of Dr. Ironfist.
I should’ve directed the waitron to return this one to the kitchen after round three, because it was pete and repat all the way except for the eighth round which was barely nicked by trencherman Arreola.
Still, with this out of the way, we can now focus on what could be a fistic feast on Nov. 14, Miguel Cotto and Manny Pacquiao.
Let Cotto bring the mofongo and Pacman the balut.
Is there anyone out there who thinks that Pacquiao-Cotto won’t be a gustatory delight?
The aroma on this one is tempting.
It might be so satisfying, so savory, we might want to order seconds
As a gourmand, I only like to eat where the fine go to dine.
But, recently, I have had to back send two entrees back to the kitchen with no compliments for the chef.
First came the Flambe Marquez-Mayweather, which was terribly overcooked and had a faint smell of urine.
This dish did not deliver what was promised, instead it was soaked with Mayweather and sadly lacking in Marquez.
It was a jabfest which left me hungry for a real, competitive fight.
HBO delivered another disappointing mismatch Saturday night.
After 10 rounds of Quesadilla Arreola mixed with No Chicken Kiev, my taste buds were numb.
The red sauce was provided by the radar like jabs and right hands of Dr. Ironfist.
I should’ve directed the waitron to return this one to the kitchen after round three, because it was pete and repat all the way except for the eighth round which was barely nicked by trencherman Arreola.
Still, with this out of the way, we can now focus on what could be a fistic feast on Nov. 14, Miguel Cotto and Manny Pacquiao.
Let Cotto bring the mofongo and Pacman the balut.
Is there anyone out there who thinks that Pacquiao-Cotto won’t be a gustatory delight?
The aroma on this one is tempting.
It might be so satisfying, so savory, we might want to order seconds
yes. .but its balut! if you haven't tried Balut you're not a real Filipino... 
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