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We caught a two hour bus ride to another two hour bus ride which landed us in Grangrega along the coast. Here we had a tasty dinner of fried conch at a riverside cafe. The interior reminded me of what I would expect the 50’s be like. (Not that I would know but from what I’ve gathered from movies and such I would guess it was like this.) An Etta James album was playing in the background and we sipped from glass coke bottles with straws. A few locals fanned themselves in the hot cafe and swatted at flies. It was cheap and tasty.
P.P. shot pool with some locals at a bar while I randomly ate a TON of chocolate waffers from an asian grocery store. It seems that all the food markets are asian owned and operated. A few of the local male pool players sat on a balcony overlooking the main street by the river. I plopped myself down on a stool next to them and asked if they rate women as they walk by. “Of course, ” was the reply. I told them I wanted to play too so we quietly gave each male (it’s only fair) and female a number on a scale of 1-10. It seemed like a fun idea until no one walked by and then it got awkward and I went back inside.
The next morning we had a very traditional breakfast for locals of stewed chicken (very tender and delicious), refried beans and fry jacks. So good.  Yet so bad for you. We were the only non-locals there which I appreciated.
The Final Dish: “So I walked by like a million times looking for a payphone, so did you rate me each time? And what was my rating?”
“We didn’t rate you, we were just laughing cause you were lost.”
“Oh.”
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Mary Bigham, the creator of wcdish, is a self-admitted sushi and travel addict. She has a crush on just about every food but refuses to eat American cheese.
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