My sister and I have been a duo for as long as I can remember and when she moved to Boston, that didn't change for us. When she pitched the idea of doing a pop-up together, there was no hesitation... the obvious choice was 'hell yeah!' Every month, I take Friday night red-eyes out for weekend adventures in Boston and the fun and insanity of doing what we do is something I look forward to. When the restaurant happens, I'll keep coming back to keep doing these events, but at our own home base.

Upon arrival, I realized there was no Filipino food in Boston that was easily accessible (shout out to JNJ for holdin' it down on weekends with their turo-turo counter). I took for granted hearing Tagalog at the mall and being able to easily order sweet spaghetti at a drive-thru. After our first pop-up, I learned I wasn't the only one that was homesick, and that's been a driving force ever since.

For me, food is so inextricably tied to love, to family, to an understanding and sense of self. And with each day, the mission becomes clearer:

Make Filipino food happen in Boston.