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.
I had an apointment with my uncle last night, and it turned into a dinner with him, my aunt and my three cousins at the new Japanese restaurant Marufuku.
The sign on the front door said “Soft opening”. Which I guess means they’re still ironing out hiccups in the operation. The staff didn’t do so badly — one of them served the salmon sushi claiming it was the sashimi, but other than that, we got decent service. The food was excellent. I had the seafood and vegetable ramen and the salmon sashimi.