There are black neighborhoods in the US, say Baltimore or Chicago I'm thinking, that have bars you'd like to go into but somehow I just wouldn't. I should probably be a little ashamed of such cowardice, particularly as I am a big talker about crossing boundaries and all.
Down here, nothing's off limit. Just go. You'll get a look over the shoulder on occasion, but it's more Cayman suspicion than threatening turf marking.
Last night I went to the well-known and loved, Singh's Roti house. It's not typical for a pasty white guy to be at the bar especially at night, but they couldn't have been nicer and more friendly to me--particularly when I made it through a whole extra-pepper chicken roti. Had I eaten the extra pepper conch roti, they'd have put me on the cricket team honorarily I think.
What's a roti? Trinidad food, man. Veg and meat wrapped in a foamy white tortilla-like bread. It's somewhere between a savory English pie and Ethiopian food. Awesome...with red stripe or Carib beer. I had Heineken having nothing to prove to anyone.
Well, the owner she took a liking to me and started telling me about today's cricket match between Trinidad and Cayman near the airport and that she'd be making soup and did I have a wife and this and that. Funny. She introduced me to a guy who offered to take me deep sea fishing for tuna and wahoo. Just nice people. Really nice.
Go to Trinidad and try roti!
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