Now that you've been to Big Mama's, we can take a step next door to the Senegalese Guy's place. I know, after two years you would have thought that I would have known his name, but I only heard him called 'the Senegalese guy.' He had a small shop at the market and he was saving all of his money to bring home to Senegal. His market was full of normal staples, tea, sugar, four, rice, and batteries. The big draw for us though was that he had working refrigerator, thus he had a constant supply of ice cold Coke. Now, when it is 108 degrees out and you have been riding your bike around town all morning, nothing tastes better than an ice cold Coke from the Senegalese Guy.