In the neighborhood where I grew up, we kids all rush to meet our ultimate morning hero - the taho vendor. We're reduced to adoring fans waiting to be acknowledged and be given our own little cup of white, warm soft goodness mixed with that golden syrup arnibal and lots of firm sago. Yum, yum.
San Juan City, National Capital Region, Philippines
Named after her maternal lola from whom, they claim, she got her feistiness. Manufactured in the smog-filled air of Quezon City.
Moved to Davao City when she was 10 but finally realized that she's not meeting her recommended daily allowance of carbon monoxide hence packed her bags and returned to Diliman.
If you are truly convinced that she's a road hazard, please get a number, take a seat and wait to be called.