Our stop over to get some food while on the way to a concert, Jerk King was just the place to find home made style West Indian fare. It was around 11 on a Saturday night and the restaurant was empty, cold, and dark. But walking the stretch to the back of the room revealed a huge selection of dishes that could be combined to whatever you wanted. I only had a beef patty but it was nice! Thin, and crispy with just the right amount of grease. One lone woman was serving up food, and she looked stylish in a beautiful red dress. A memorable trip down Bloor St.