They marched on, past the counter where thick home-cut fries and Best of the City ninety-nine cent wings, sauced in honey-garlic, slid through a narrow window like something wanted and contraband; and where a charismatic, dreadlocked chef bobbed his head agreeably, in recognition of some secret melody, or coked up on Colombian gold, it was really too hard to decipher.

They marched on, past the counter where thick home-cut fries and Best of the City ninety-nine cent wings, sauced in honey-garlic, slid through a narrow window like something wanted and contraband; and where a charismatic, dreadlocked chef bobbed his head agreeably, in recognition of some secret melody, or coked up on Colombian gold, it was really too hard to decipher.

The texture is crispy and creamy, a nutritious, hearty meal filled with the simple foods upon which this civilization is built. But it’s more than just food. It’s an apology, and the remorse you feel makes you savor it even more.

The texture is crispy and creamy, a nutritious, hearty meal filled with the simple foods upon which this civilization is built. But it’s more than just food. It’s an apology, and the remorse you feel makes you savor it even more.