Saw this dirty ice-cream cart parked along Timog while walking back to work from lunch at Behrouz. Remarkably, after all these years, dirty ice-crea, has remained the same. The jeepneys plying the polluted streets of the metro may have loss some of its color and glamour but the dirty ice-cream carts are as colorful as ever. The ice-cream is still as good as ever—sugary sweet and as colorful as the cart. Bright yellow for cheese, deep violet for ube, and a pale brown for mocha. Scooped on cone, cup, or bread, it’s still the perfect respite from the heat or best ending for a meal. Me? Every lick of the ice-cream brings back childhood memories of playing out in the streets.
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