Capital Market: The Series

After the tour of the market area given by Richard and Elise a couple of weeks ago, I suggested creating a resource for would be shoppers. Something that pre-tour could be printed up or for others not interested in the tour, a directory of some of the places one may want to explore. There is a template, and that is just to keep it so that you as a reader and shopper aren’t bogged down with too much sundry information, just the basics. If anyone else wants to participate, I can provide you with the template and some ideas.
First up is Obengs. Unfortunately, I don’t know too much about the place as it is not one of my regular stops. I’ve been in a few times, once to buy the Afrophile roommie some goat meat. I’ll probably update it when I go through there again just to remember what other products are there.

Capital Market: Obeng Market

Obeng Market
Originally uploaded by In Shaw

Obeng International
300 Morse St., NE
202 544 8255
Takes: Cash, Debit & Credit

Description: Serving the African immigrant population the store sells items like fu-fu flour, goat meat, and salted fish. They also sell items familiar to Americans like fresh chicken at their butcher’s counter, large bags of rice, and kitchen spices.

Extra: When ordering from the butcher’s counter your chicken will be cut into quarters and your goat into large cubes. If you don’t want your meat cut say something.

The Capital City Market Blog
Capitol City Market: The Series
InShaw’s Flickr Pix of Obengs
Frozen Tropic’s March 2008 post on Obengs

Another BACA meeting missed

I’m so bad.
I was planing to just pop by the function at Vegetate for Roadside DevelopmentsO Street Market. I figured I’d pop a few munchies and show up to the BACA meeting fashionably late. I wound up running into some neighbors from the street and well, time flew. I’m so sorry. Sorry that I can be so easily distracted by free wine and polenta bites.
Anyway they need community support Thursday before the Zoning people.
I swear I will make the next, BACA meeting…. well, unless a certain idiot finally asks me out that night.