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.
One thing about breakfast is you can’t find “home feel” food just anywhere. You ever wake up and say, “I want grits, bacon, eggs, pancakes, home-fries, and pork-chops “? That’s because meals like that aren’t just anywhere. You can’t go to your favorite Michelin-Restaurant to get that, or your favorite Chinese or French restaurant to
“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