A Trip to Little Bloguyana


So, last weekend was Presidents Day weekend, which meant that I had Monday off.  But! I was not the only one with Monday off.  My sister, an elementary school music teacher, also had a long weekend, so she was able to visit me and my New York apartment for the first time.

We of course did many things over the three days we had together in New York. We enjoyed breakfast at the same Central American Diner that I've mentioned in my blog before, we got to visit The Cloisters, and explore Fort Tryon Park, we got to see the Grateful Dead musical, Red Roses Green Gold (cast by SKC). But, for me, personally, the highlight of this the weekend was our trip to Little Guyana.

So, a bit of backstory....

Most of you probably won't need this, since if you're reading this there's a 98.7% chance that you're related to me (and thus my sister), but I'm going to give it anyway.

As I said, my sister is an elementary school music teacher, but the two years before she started doing that, she taught music at the Guyana Lutheran Music Academy in Guyana, South America.

Guyana is a country on the east coast of the South American continent. It's the only country in South America whose national language is English. Culturally, (and, importantly to the Folts family, culinarily) there's a lot of influence from the Caribbean islands and India.

My sister and I we're ecstatic to find that if you ride the A train to it's very end, it will drop you smack dab in the middle of an area known as Little Guyana.  Little Guyana is an area in Queens, that spans for a bit over a mile along Liberty Avenue.  When you walk off the subway you see that everything looks like Guyana, everything smells like Guyana, everything even sounds like Guyana-and you momentarily become very confused as to why everyone is wearing winter coats, when they live basically on top of the equator.


We stocked up in grocery stores. I got a large container of curry powder, and we found chana (spiced dried chickpeas) that was for some reason kept in a glass bottle.  We also found a large bag of my favorite cereal, that I have not been able to find in the Heights. Honey Nut Scooters. Mult-O-Meal all the way!


After thoroughly exploring every single grocery store we came across, we stopped in Singh's Roti Shop.

And feasted.


We had chicken curry, black pudding, chicken liver, pholourie, and jalebi.


We were happy campers

The leftovers lasted us the rest of the weekend

However, that was last weekend. My sister has left New York City. I am left alone with my roommates. One of whom is pictured here. He just decided he wanted a one in the morning snack of orange juice, and I don't think he realizes I am sitting on the couch. He was lit so beautifully by the refrigerator I simply couldn't resist I couldn't resist taking a deep symbolical picture of him. 


I am an arteest.

On that note. Have a good night. or. Morning I suppose.

Onward and blogward.

Ben Folts