January 1st, 2019, 6:28 a.m., boogers are in my eyes, a foot in my mouth from my son’s asinine slumber, and a bird chirping so loudly you would’ve thought Brother Nature was outside. The excitement on my face and a proud feeling to be able to save up enough money to treat myself to a
Knock before you enter. Remember saying that to your mother when she saw you doing things you weren’t supposed to? Yes, of course I’m referring to you making your bed. (This is a rated G critic site, duh) That analogy reminds me of this restaurant. The outside resembles something you should do the opposite of.
“Yes! Another Black-Owned restaurant opening in D.C. again”, is what should be said in an area where a large number of Blacks live. Instead, I’m left wondering why I can count the amount of Black-Owned restaurants on my hands and toes. Washington, D.C., which was once dubbed as “Chocolate City”, has now become more of