We were out walking the first night and for kicks we asked a kid who was standing in front of a tee shirt shop where he would suggest for dinner. With great enthusiasm he described this place in such detail we were sure we were going to a really colorful West Indian Soul Food joint.
Instead we got this woman who was cooking dinner, whatever you wanted, just ask, out of a garage serving three tables sitting in the driveway. Just her. She didn’t have a liquor license but ‘gave’ us wine and let us pay ‘whatever you think’ so of course we had to overpay. The whole process took literally hours and was no doubt a one-of-a-kind dinner.