Black-Owned Restaurant #16: Little Miss Muffin 'N' Her Stuffin

I planned to wake up this morning around 8:30 AM to grab breakfast, but I didn't end up waking up until around 10:00 AM. I knew between my two three-hour classes and a small event I was going to be speaking at in the evening, I was not going to have time to go to a black-owned restaurant anytime throughout my day except this morning. I was falling behind on time, so I deliberately selected Little Miss Muffin and traveled by uber/train to get there. When I walked in and said “hello” and got a “Yea man” I knew I was at a Caribbean restaurant. The chef couldn't believe I did not know or have never tasted “bacalao.” I guess I was surprised too given the fact I eat everything and never heard of this “bacalao.” In any case, the chef gave me some “bacalao, ” and it was good but much better when my guy brought over some of that sweet sauce. I sat there expanding my taste buds, watching Let's Make A Deal and found myself opening the door for all the Caribbean women that had a stroller with them. As I was listening to the Caribbean women converse with one another, I was reminded of my foster mother and her beautiful accent, and for a moment, Little Miss Muffin reminded me of home. 




Thank you, Little Miss Muffin, for welcoming me with open arms the same way a mother opens her arms to her child. Also, thank you, chef, for teaching me about “bacalao.” Now I know LOL

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