Every Thursday the plan was to meet at Sally Roots. My roommate was the hostess at the Caribbean-fusion restaurant that night, and it became routine for our friends to keep her company as she dried glasses and filled carafes of water — and also to catch up with each other over cocktails.
The restaurant, on the corner of Wyckoff Avenue and Harmon Street, is a little slice of paradise in Bushwick. It’s tropical but not overtly, with pink walls and tchotchkes lined behind the bar. The lighting is dim and the drinks are superb, so when my eyes caught a grand monstera leaf, painted in vibrant shades of red in the back right corner of the bar, I assumed it was new. Technically it was.
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