Story time with jc:
I was recalling this experience while I was listening to this review. ca. 2007 I was in Philly in grad school. Philly is a great (and terrible) place that I still love. It's beautiful in it's ugliness. In a lot of ways Philly best represents everything that is amazing and horrible about America. One of the great things about Philly is accessibility to great food. New York is of course a much more expansive place with many more people and food options but Philly has an incredible number of truly great restaurants, etc. One of the features of Philly, in-part due to the oddities of PA liquor laws is that many of the fine dining establishments offer BYOB. So as a student, with limited income, but wanting to blow that income on some excellence I made reservations at a restaurant that no longer exists, but was phenomenal called Django for New Years Eve.
So myself and 3 of my friends get a cab from our apartment at 48th & Baltimore to Django in center city. The cabby pulls-up and we pile in. I'm a big dude so I sit up front and start chit-chatting with the driver. I like talking to cabbies, mostly because I'm curious and I learn something or hear some crazy story. This driver happened to be from Haiti. So I start asking him about Haiti because I knew a little about the political history and I heard the wildest story from this guy. He looked like he was in his 50's so I was asking him if he was there under Aristide's rule and this guy proceeds to tell me how he was the mayor of Port-au Prince and a main political rival of Aristide's. He told a story about escaping. I don't remember the details, but it was just this wild story and experience. All of this took place over-like a 15 min. ride.
So we get to our destination, shake hands, and I thank him for the convo. and I proceed to eat this really amazing meal for dinner, 4 courses, several bottles of vino. I don't know if this guy was telling stories or if he really was the former mayor of Port-au-Prince. I choose to believe him. He had no reason to make it up the story on the spot. I don't think he gave his name or I didn't fully capture it through the accent.
He was driving a cab in Philly, while I was going to this fancy restaurant for a meal. Privilege and capitalism in action.