Trisha’s Lumpia House
Lunch started like a bad Abbot and Costello skit. “Let’s get halo halo,” my friend said.“Yeah, uh, hi there.” Sometimes I mumble. Maybe she didn’t hear my earlier salutations.“No, halo-halo,” she said.“Hellooooooooo,” I say again, thinking, sheesh Mel, get a hearing aid.“No, they have halo-halo!” “Uh, okay.”“It’s like a milkshake. You’ll like it,” she laughs.Mmmmm. […]
