Alongside all the shopping we started asking around for the best restaurant in New York. The problem was we didn’t have anyone to ask. Everyone around us was broke - how would they know what’s the most expensive restaurant in New York? When I tried asking a few people in my class about it, I got answers like, "they'll never hire you in one of these restaurants if you don’t have a work visa."
We made a reservation two weeks in advance. The name of the chosen restaurant was "Asia de Cuba", one of the best and most expensive restaurants in New York and in the whole world.
The excitement started filling us with each passing day.
Forty days in which we haven’t had a single glass of beer, we didn’t go out at night even once, we didn’t buy a plastic bracelet or a bead necklace or a simple t-sh
