A friend who is perhaps too fond of playing the ponies called a couple of weeks ago to breathlessly report that, on his way to Aqueduct, he'd noticed several roti shops along Rockaway Boulevard. He knew that while eating them in Flatbush I'd developed a craving for these flatbread-encased treats—which resemble a wrap or burrito—and he also knew I'd recently spent a week in Trinidad for the express purpose of wolfing... More >>>