Masud Rahman

Wed Jul 28 2021 04:00:00 GMT+0000 (Coordinated Universal Time)

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When I used to think of the American dream, I would imagine a big house with south-facing windows perfect for watching sunsets. After moving to New York City, I realized the American dream could take on many different forms. It’s subjective. I first touched down in the United States when I was 24-years-old. I started off by working at an uncle’s restaurant, and never veered far off from the food service industry. There was something about seeing the satisfaction on people’s faces and the warm, friendly interactions with customers that drew me in.

I purchased a truck in 2018 and began testing recipes among friends to find the perfect mix of spices. I was determined to put my best foot forward when I eventually opened Fuska House in 2019. I won’t lie and say it’s been easy. Working 16 hour days through the night takes a toll on my social life. I miss being able to celebrate birthdays and Eid with friends, but the overwhelming support from the community and my customers keeps me going.

I get a few rude customers here and there, but a majority of my customers come and go with a smile. I mostly serve Bangladeshis, but I also get people from all over the world. When I know it’s someone’s birthday, I give them an extra fuchka to brighten their day, even if just for a moment. I love sharing the joy of Bangladeshi Street Food and giving people the feeling of being back in our home country.