As I walked to my room, I waved to Mr. B while he was chillin with his posse at a local spot. He called me over to join them. I was super hungry but I couldn’t pass up spending a minute or two with Mr. B. Plus this was my first time checking out the bar. He patted the empty space beside him and I plopped in it. He then filled a plastic cup with rum & coke and put my name on it. I sipped and listened as they courteously shared bits of Portland wisdom and a little something person about themselves. These cats were cool…serious and although “feeling good” they were extremely respectful throughout the entire conversation.
Mr. B (far left) is a master chef. He no longer works full time, but still coordinates the cooking/menus for big events held at schools, festivals and churches. He promised to prepare his famous jerk chicken during my next reach. He said when he cooks it; he makes enough for the immediate community. I can’t wait because so many folks had raved about his skills.
I finished my drink, said good-bye and headed to the room to eat. I was soooo hungry.
I had to take a picture of this…I wished I brought it home with me.
The bar…they don’t sell food but play music on Friday & Saturday nights.
My meal from Taste Buds. 300J mmmmm that chicken was tender and tasty
