Rode in a barrel all the way down Grace to get to Kulture. Was told of the place by 3 Haitians. Once inside theres a convenient area to put your snowshoes. Within 5 minutes i was as hot as some crispy burnt toast, c'mon. so ive been here every day for the last few weeks and havent bought ONE SINGLE THING. Nobody cares as i make my way past their crappy deli up to the counter. i gesture to look at their tube art and there's no complaints. They employ white gentlemen and one black gentleman. The black gentleman, i think his name is Richter, often whispers to himself and is VERY HELPFUL. However, guess what the plastic tips on the ends of shoelaces well they dont have them neither.
Pros: boiling hot salsa
Cons: frozen peanuts