I was feeling the hood pumpin in me today, so I went to eat Haitian griot, but to truly fulfill my experience of eating like a black person, I had to complement my rice & beans and pork, with the one and only Purple Drank.

P.S.: Ben Trep, everyone tells me your the food specialist around, so if you’re reading this, I dare you to go. It’s called Meli-Melo on Jarry street. You gotta go to the back of the grocery store to find the hidden counter…(everyone = maura)