There is no disgustingly guiltier chicken sandwich in Manila than the one at Fowlbread. This Lowbrow restaurant serves dishes as bold as their branding, and is unapologetic in its junkiness. With a menu of dishes that hardly makes sense together, Fowlbread throws kind of American, kind of Chinese, definitely tasty things at the wall, but manages to make them stick. If you can only order one thing here, make it their torchbearer: the famed chicken sandwich that comes with a mammoth piece of crispy skin that juts out from the stack’s structure.
Venture elsewhere on their concise menu, and you’ll find the same amount of calculated abandon. Their garlic noodles are thick and chewy, and have a rich sticky coating that is so garlicky, it stays with you for hours. A honey walnut shrimp sandwich is your uncle’s more sophisticated version of hot prawn salad, with mustard seeds providing acidic bite. Their new wing flavors sound a little too inventive, but the balance speaks the most in the pineapple buffalo and lemon ginger iterations.