…I told you this would be an interesting one.
We started most of our nights at this billiards place that we all swore was named “8 Ball” turns out we just called it that because there was a huge 8 ball by the door. I actually don’t even remember the exact name anymore…we told the owner he should change it to 8 ball 😅
Side note: I’m terrible at billiards, but my last game in Senegal was actually my best so I guess I saw some improvement haha
[Those papers with the spices & sauce on it were from a place they call “meat” where people using go to after a night out to get a bunch of (the Senegalese version of) shish kabobs; it reminded me of being in uptown Manhattan and getting cachapas.]