The Changeling in Bed-Stuy challenges my characterization of Bushwick proper as the Bodega Belt, and that her hood might have more bodegas per capita. Mm-mm, girl, you need to take a walk up in here one day — you cannot stand on a Bushwick corner and not see a bodega — some corners have two and even three!

And of course then we have more demographic and definitional concerns to take into consideration — is any minimart in New York City a bodega? I think you have to have at least heard one or two Santería stories about a nearby market to even begin claiming you’re tops in bodegas. And if you go inside a random shop, it better have a big table on which the Caribbean answer to vegetables is offered for sale: yuca, yautía, boniato, onions, platanos, garlic, avocadoes. Goya products better be present on the “high class” aisle — if you keepin it real, you get Diana or Kirby, or whatever local brand is even cheaper than those. Pasteles in the fridge made by the lady down the block? We cool. Otherwise, you frun-in’.