While talking on the phone, a Manila resident friend (a friend since nursery school) and I agreed to meet at a convenient place for both of us. Kindred spirits, we were thinking of only one place — President in Chinatown.
I was looking forward to sample the eats at the spruced-up President Grand Palace on Ongpin Street, the favorite of presidents and politicos. Ay yay yay! Without my knowing, before lunchtime, the hubby already instructed Alma to go to the President Tea House (the old little dim sum place on Salazar St.), just a few steps away from the President Grand Palace.
So, we meet at the little President.
Barbecue pork buns and hakaw (shrimp dumplings) for Alma, while I got salted egg cream buns (super yummy!) and kutchay (chives) dumplings from the dim sum cart. And then ordered another radish cake.
We spent a good three hours talking more than eating. There’s no better place for two close school friends to make-up for lost time than in a tea house where hanging out too long is the fashion. T’was refreshing talking about life, work and the causes closest to our hearts. We come from an all-girl school run by nuns. I told her — it’s only now that I realized the significance of the things we were obliged to do in school like compulsory mission and Youngster subscription. We were being prepared for adulthood… the bigger picture. Alma works at Operation Smile, a worldwide children’s charity organization that helps treat facial deformities such as cleft lips & cleft palates. The first time I’m writing this, I thank God for the Holy Spirit Sisters (Ssps) for being part of our growing years.
(Thanks, Alma, for being a wonderful friend.)
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