El Tina is one of those best-kept NYC secrets. Quietly tucked away on W. 207th Street, just off the corner of 10th Avenue, in Upper Manhattan. Inwood, to be exact. Right by the stairways entrance/exit on the Downtown-side of the 1 Train. This is specifically Basa filet fish w/ mashed potatoes and onions. ;)
My city is starting to get cold. When that happens I tend to start pulling out ‘90’s hip-hop. Particularly the NYC-based music that relied heavily on jazz/jazzy samples. The essence (and feeling) of bundling up, while it’s cold. Blunts. 40 ounces. Sometimes belligerent shit, but mostly blunts-n-brews.
This is also at the Fordham Rd. D train station. Whoever did this is filled with love. It’s shared in a simple way with us straphangers. It’s as if to say: Don’t be so aggressive. Stay to the side, as the doors open should be the objective. Don’t be sour, be sweet. Give an elderly person a seat. :p