We can eat platanos at any hour of the day and if chinola (passionfruit) is on the menu, better believe we're ordering it.
That being said, we were missing and craving our mothers cooking something terrible and decided to go where else, Washington Heights! Woop woop.
We put our bullet proof vests on and headed uptown to Tipico Dominicano.
Classy joint, man. Sheer, gold curtains, heavy, burgundy drapery and plastic cups. I treat my ladies right. The food was on point though.
Next stop, chimi trucks on Amsterdam, baby girl. & don't forget to wear that corsage I got you!