For many millennials, the first time “Haiti” entered our collective consciousness was in this quite the non-pc scene in “Clueless”.
My intro came via a middle school classmate named Kim that took pity on this little private school girl thrown into the sea of public school terrors. Being from Philly, no one ever talked about where they were from. In my hometown, only four races existed – Black, White, Cambodian, and Puerto Rican. It wasn’t until I accepted a church invite from Kim that my eyes were fully opened to the diaspora. The service was completely in Creole. The spread afterwards was all traditional food. (Thank you lawd for fried pork!). Of course I was also given the full rundown on Louverture and his crew before the night ended.
Since that time almost 20 years ago, I’ve been drawn to Haiti.
You can guess my excitement when I learned that a shnazzy Haitian restaurant opened up in my neighborhood. I jumped at the chance to stuff my face and haven’t stopped since.
Black-owned! Female owned! Food fye!
Grandchamps is a dream. The space is airy, while still feeling like home. It’s perfect for snack dates with your girlfriends or family style dinner after church. The griot sandwich is my go-to, but my fork has landed on everything on the menu, thanks to my lovely lunch guests over the last two years. I dragged my always disgruntled work wife, Obden, to Grandchamps to get the official Haitian seal of approval. The food put me in his good graces for at least two whole days.
Thanks Sabrina + staff!
We washed it all down with warm drinks from another Hatian spot in my hood, Cafe Louverture. Before I drifted off, thanks to the itis, I locked down my plans for the 2017 Haiti Film Fest next week! Can’t wait to finally see “Aiyiti Mon Amour”. Check out the full schedule here and be sure to swing by Grandchamps for a nightcap.