So I finally got to eat at Abe again. After the first bite, I wondered why I’d taken so long.
The bihod fried rice alone is enough to send you into raptures.
My dinner companions did not know what humba was. I thought it was a great reason to order it, and they agreed. It’s not my Mom’s humba, but it was almost perfect. It’s chicken liver and pork stew, slow-cooked. This version had banana heart strips. Yum, yum, yum.