Brrrr. No, this isn’t a Gucci Mane reference, although I still play Trap House on Sunday’s before I head to worship. (haha just kidding, I play In My Kitchen). The Brrr was for me standing outside this restaurant, waiting for the doors to open which opened 4 minutes later than it was expected to. If
Duck. Duck. Duck. Goose. Remember that game? Can you imagine the thought of someone telling you that you’re going to eat duck for dinner when you were younger? How disgusting did that sound? I don’t know about you, but I grew up on chicken, beef, and fish as my desired meats in my household. If
When I travel to different places, I always try to seek out restaurants that are African-American owned. I don’t believe there is enough life shined on these kind of restaurants. There is a stigma associated with them though. There isn’t enough creativity, service lacks, or the food is too original. I decided to come to
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