Today feels like a good coconut day. Has anyone gotten a coconut from this place yet? They’re only $2.50 each, and the place is run by a local immigrant whose dream is to sell coconuts. A friendly gentleman even stands in front with a machete ready to help you liberate the sweet coconut water, which also happens to be the best hangover cure in the world, battle-tested by professional Guyanese lay-abouts (you can keep your kombucha, thank you very much).
It’s one of those places that looks like a front for something unsavory, but only because they are still working on getting all their permits. And just ask Mission Minis and Anthony’s Cookies about what happens when you don’t get your permits. Nope, nothing here except good, wholesome young coconuts. Even Madonna is cuckoo for coconuts.
Previously:
[And don't be a dick and tell me to make my own at home, I have neither the time nor the fermentation know-how.]
