I was hoping any Washington Heights chowhounds out there could help me solve a mystery.
In September, the New York Times ran an article about Derek Khan, a hip-hop designer who made it big, then lost it all, defrauding eight jewelers of millions.
The article was called "Tumbling From the Hip-Hop Heights," by Lola Ogunnaike and ran on Sept. 21.
It ends with a tantalizing bit -- and I'm dying to find out what restaurant he's talking about. Can anyone help?
Mr. Khan remains optimistic, though he finds prison life thoroughly unsuitable. The soap is "disgusting," he said in a phone call from prison. "It's like showering with lye." He spoke not of designers but of gangs like the Latin Kings, the Bloods and the Crips. "You've always got to look over your shoulder in here." Mr. Khan pronounced the food "absolutely horrendous" and said at times he dreams of creme brulee and chicken. "There's this little hole-in-the-wall restaurant on 180th and Broadway," he said. "It has the most incredible roast chicken you have ever laid your eyes on -- next to Alain Ducasse's, of course."