 |
| Click on any image to enlarge |
This hoard of meat and fritters sets you back only $7.
For 15 years, one of my favorite Brooklyn restaurants was Yo Yo Fritaille, a Haitian spot on Nostrand Avenue somewhere south of Church. "Restaurant" is a bit of an exaggeration: The place consisted of a single large drafty room that looked like it might have been a dozen other things in the preceding 50 years. At the end was a steam table, and an old woman with a head scarf stood behind it. To say she was skeptical of me even being in the restaurant was an understatement, and I felt like I had to win her over every time I went.
More »