"Stomping-boot-by-stomping-boot, Niyi cracked down the sidewalk. At the pink house with blue trim, he bent forward to smell the pine tree smell, as his baba had taught him. But it was his mama who’d told him to 'notice everything, especially the air.'"
The author and breakfast buff banters about the second edition of his book, Breakfast in Bridgetown, and gives insider tips on where and what to eat now.
