Hope for HabanaBy Iquo B. Essien, The AFRican Blogger

Hope for Habana
By Iquo B. Essien, The AFRican Blogger

Published on Mon, Sep 17 2007 by Iquo Essien

Last night, while kickin it at Habana Outpost in Fort Greene, I lost my cellphone. Now, I don't know if it was because I just finished clowning one of my homies for having lost HIS, and the cellphone karma God's wanted to teach me a lesson. See, I don't like carrying around purses, so I left home with my cellphone and keys in hand, certain there was no way I would leave either behind. Enter the food truck.

At Habana, you take your receipt from the cashier to Oscar -- the main chef in the solar-powered, eco-friendly food truck -- who scowls at you for ordering a catfish burrito and fries to-go, when the cashier forgot to put it on the ticket, so now he has to repackage the food. You stand there waiting for him to call your name (and I always use a fake one, like Zara, cause I don't want to hear him butcher mine) for about fifteen or twenty minutes (on a good night), then you grab the food, grab a tray, pour on the condiments, and noodle your way through picnic benches back to your seat. It sounds less annoying than it actually is, although the vibe and atmosphere at Habana, not to mention the food is bangin!, keep me coming back for more.

Anyways, so last night, somewhere between the food truck and my seat, I lost my cellphone. And last night was a MOVIE NIGHT, so Saturday Night Fever was going on the whitewashed side of a building adjacent to Habana, and usu everybody and their uncle comes out for that and you can't get a seat let alone find a tiny cellphone in a sea of brown bodies. I was so depressed. None of cellphone numbers were backed up, I just got my Verizon "new every 2" and would have to buy another one, and it just sucks to be out of touch.

But the DJ (a covert dude I've seen around for ages, but never heard him speak) was kind enough to make an announcement and, miraculously, somebody turned it in!

I love having my faith in humanity restored. I love getting second chances even more and promise to start carrying around a purse -- although I'm pretty sure I'd leave it somewhere. LOL.

You should mos def check out Habana. They're not open for much longer, ie, since it's solar-powered, they close in the winter. I highly recommend the french fries.


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