People come and go, seasons change, places change but not the streets. The streets never change. Don’t get it wrong. The streets may look different with time but there is one deep constant about them. It is deep, magical and just simply unexplainable. You have to be there, from the start to not just know it, but feel it.
In this issue we go for a ride. A real ride. Probably the realest ride will ever be on. We take you to the corners. Your corners. Your hood. We take you to your favorite childhood spot where they know you by name. We take you to the places whose recipes no one else has. We take you to that joint where the food doesn’t only have a taste but has a feeling. Someone else might cook it but no one will give it that feeling. Not even your mama.
This is more than a welcome note. I want you to feel it as we smile, reminisce and most importantly we celebrate our unsung street chefs. From the smokie pasua guy downstairs, the mandazi mama to that burger. We feel it all.
