One of my fondest memories of my two years in the Philippines is the balut guy walking the neighborhood in East Bahak-Bahak early in the morning singing "Balut! Balut!". I've had them more than once, but I'm glad I can say I've already done that....
Pancit Bihon with some lumpia on the side, washed down with a cold San Miguel (the kind with the white paint on the bottle, not the paper label)...heavenly! ^