Eat the World in NYC author Jared Cohee takes a taxi adventure to the Bronx with a new cabbie from the Caribbean - and stuffs himself with fried pork.
Mohammed Abdul may be the owner of Accra Restaurant, but the Aunties run the show at this soul food outpost in the Bronx. When I walked into the place on Saturday afternoon, I noticed a banner over the buffet: "You are welcome to the 'original' true African restaurant."
They’d run out of lasagne by the time I got to Frankie Franks last Friday. An hour on the subway and twenty minutes trekking through the Bronx to taste the dish that cabbie Mohamed had recommended with so much enthusiasm had led to a dead end. Of course I was disappointed. I silently cursed
This post was sponsored by Vancouver Taxi. I was a few blocks from the Ferragosto celebration in the Bronx’s Little Italy when I found Mohamed Baba parked at a de facto cab stand on 3rd Avenue near Fordham University. Assuming I was unlikely to find a yellow taxi in this neck of the woods,
“Do you want to go to the Bronx?” I’d hopped out of the cab on Adam Clayton Powell Jr. Blvd. (a.k.a. Seventh Ave.) in Harlem, bounded over to La Marmite, discovered it was closed, and returned to report the bad news to Godfred. The taxi driver had spent the last twenty minutes slogging through