Overheard on Gottingen on Saturday night: “It’s not worth going there…all they have is rice-a-roni and Chef Boyardee type stuff.” The man speaking these words was stepping into an expensive restaurant and he was referring to a new community-oriented shop that opened a few doors away. I was annoyed by what he said because it is simply not true and smacks of privilege and ignorance. This isn’t a bitch, though, it’s a message of love for a our city and a special street—Gottingen—that continues to be diverse, inclusive and satisfying on so many levels. We should all take time to explore its nooks and crannies, its businesses new and old. But we should also recognize that many of the community resources, services and people that have called the street home, for far longer than wealthy folks have been parking their SUVs by its curbs, are an important part of what makes it great. —Nighttime eavesdropper

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  1. All o dem rump roasts’ll clog your carotted artery, bitch. Does this gottagun shop got any fresh produce? Maybe the subject of the bitch wasn’t lyin. Halifax needs more grocery stores that sell organic local produce. Collard greens, beat greens and root vegetables mafuckkkkkka!

  2. This dude I know gave me some beat greens in the summer, a huge bag full of dem. I boiled em all up that night… (they shrink down after their boiled so you need to make a lot) You put da butter, vinegar, salt n pepa to um and Dang, tastes so good and earthy. Your body gets a taste o dat and will scream “THANK YOU!”

    G-Roc is pretty hawt, he got nice biceps, I lurve dem guns! Not to mention he’s a successful bidnezz owner and prolly packin a long tube steak in dem jeans. Holla!!

  3. I grew up with fiddleheads – New Brunswick soul food. Same cooking and serving instructions.

    Used to see the G-Roc ad all the time on Fox Rochester during Judge Judy hour. lolz
    Great to find him on u-toob

  4. I got a CRATE of fiddleheads from a Vancouver safeway one year because no one was buying them – didn’t know what they were. bliss!

  5. When I was a wean, my Grandmother used to take me with her picking them on the banks of the Nashwaak.

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