Dip off the Cross Bronx Expressway to savor the flavor of the Cote d’Ivoire. Sate that gnarly cassava leaf craving via a thick, peanuty stew. Husband and wife team serve a la carte meat and rice combos off menu existing mainly in their heads. Offers both cable TV and prayer rugs. Akin to gas station catfish in South Carolina. Mingle with a gypsy cabbie or forty. Really real.