So I’ve found out my hostel is located in a pretty big Caribbean community. And thank god for that.

On my first morning in Brooklyn I wake up at 6am after arriving late the night before. The 26-hour flight left me groggy but surprisingly still on two feet.

I decide to take a stroll, buy the NY Times, some fruit and Jamaican coconut water. It came in a large can for $1.50. Refreshing.

Walking back to the hostel and hoping someone was awake to let me back in, I couldn’t help feeling I hadn’t quite broken my fast.

Behold, in front of my eyes was a chalkboard reading, “$1 Doubles”. What’s a double? I went inside the small takeaway adorning the Trinidad and Tobago flag and asked.

With a thick Caribbean accent she explained it was a spicy chickpea filling between two small pieces of roti flat bread. The filling was tasty and lifted by the fresh green salsa added. The roti was moist and nourishing.

I’ll put some photos up when I buy fifteen more next time.