Between all the horrid ugliness of the strip of souvenir shops, beach inflatables and starch providers that run between a drunken Belgian Tavern and Pals Beach tack, you would be forgiven to pass by Malapascua thinking it yet another fitful addition to the general awfulness and huge popularity of this stretch of sandy abundance. Sided by cafés/restos bearing pictures of point and eat food (do pizzas really need a picture to explain?), there is Malapascua. I have absolutely no idea how it happened to end up here, but whoever thought to take up the lease, build the kitchen and think beautiful, playful and utterly divine sharing plates, full of inventiveness and flavour, deserves a medal. It's essentially modern street food with all the lovely flavours of dish and sauces that co-habitate wonderfully, delivered one or two at a time. Sharing is essential, the portions are made to share and enjoy. We had four generous racions and amazingly good wines by the glass. I booked a table for another night halfway through. Pals Beach needs more of this. Great place and amazing value for the inventive and joyous food.