Colombian Girls in Queens
My neighborhood was filled with Domincan, Cuban and Puerto Rican girls of every stripe. If you ventured out a little farther out on the #7 Train, from Corona towards Jackson Heights, the local color became more varied. The Caribbean triumvirate that dominated my immediate environs loosed its grip and you began to see Mexican, and Central and South American folks too. There were lots of great Colombian restaurants along Roosevelt Avenue. I frequented a number of them with my dad, where we enjoyed bistec a caballo, arepas and fried snappers with gruesome teeth projecting spikily from the incinerated heads. Among the more welcome sights at a local Colombian eatery were the lovely waitresses — shakira de colombia