In a city renowned for its seafood, you’ll be hard-pressed to find a lemon or a lime. Walk up and down the length of a fish market in your neighborhood, inhaling the putrid air, and you might stop once or twice on sighting small green round things. But they are some family of orange, certainly not a lemon or a lime.
In a city full of pastry shop chains inspired by their Parisian counterparts, you’ll search far and wide for a decent cup of coffee. When you find it, unless you opt for the instant mix, which sometimes has milk and sugar pre-figured in the powder, your “Americano” will be exorbitantly priced and far less than satisfactory.
Rebecca Fisseha, Writer. 