I sat in front of my meal pondering if at 9.30 pm I should be eating plantain, ketchup, and a miserly piece of crocker fish. I had ordered dinner at 6 pm. After prodding, reminders, and near tears from hunger, some waiter arrived at my door, a tray in hand and a stupid smile plastered on his face. H
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