I got to Atlanta early Sunday morning; the trip necessitated by the compulsory in-person appearance required by the Nigerian consulate to get your passport renewed. And after going to church with my cousin, and lunch at my aunt’s, I was ready for a nap. I’d been up since 4am in order to catch my flight.
I had told my friend Chinenye, whom I hadn’t seen in years that I’d be in town, and we’d agreed to meet up in the evening. When I woke up and called Chinenye and we were trying to figure out where to meet up, the conversation went something like this:
NaijaChef: I don’t know o! Anything, doesn’t matter. What do you want to do?
Chinenye: Let’s go to Ike’s Cafe. It should be popping today.
We agreed to meet up at Ike’s Cafe. I had my doubts about an African restaurant that would be ‘popping’ at 6PM on a Sunday evening, but I said nothing. The meet up was about reconnecting with a friend anyway, not necessarily going to eat or party.
I hung up, and quickly called another friend that I was planning to meet up with on this trip, Sumo. I mentioned to him that I’d be meeting up with Chinenye that evening at Ike’s Cafe. Again, Sumo too was definitive in his comments about the fact that Ike’s Cafe should be fun. It couldn’t be a coincidence. Sumo, a Liberian, was as sure as Chinenye, a Nigerian, that Ike’s Cafe would be fun on Sunday evening.
We live about an hour from Funmi’s Cafe in Louisville, Kentucky. I heard about Funmi’s Cafe by the famous ‘word of mouth’. A Lebanese friend from work who grew up in Nigeria had told me I needed to go check it out. The conversation went something like this; Read More