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| - Let me begin by saying: I was so excited for this curry and roti joint to open. I am a lover of all things tropical, especially the food.
I walked in and thought that maybe they were not officially open. There was sign-age laying around and only half the space was furnished. At the counter, they had trays for food to be displayed, but it was empty, safe for a couple of plastic bags with what looked like bread sticks in them.
I was willing to give them a chance though. It takes a long time to move in and get cozy, right?
I go to the counter and read the menu. Not knowing what I want, I asked who I can only assume was Miss Natalie what was good. "Everything," was the reply. I told her I understand that you like it all, but what is the best? "Everything, it depends on what you like." I like everything. So I told her, but she still was unable to make a recommendation. I told her I was shocked she could not help me.
Frustrated (she couldn't just say jerk chicken?) I asked to speak to the chef (that's how I roll). I repeated the above question, simple right? What do you recommend? He tried to tell me that it depended on what I like. This again, really? No. So I asked what he liked best and doesn't he pick up the menu and read it to me.
So, I went with curry chicken, jerk pork and a side of coleslaw. I guess the only positive is that it did not take long to make.
Money changes hands, I grab my food and walk home. Starved, I open it up right away and dig right in. And can I say, if this is the food they like, I understand not being able to recommend anything. I would recommend this to my dog.
The chicken was clearly over braised and dry and stringy. There was no sauce, but more like a curry smear on it. I need my sauce here folks. Dry chicken on dry rice. Eww.
The pork was almost entirely fat. And not the yummy kind, but the skin kind that is almost impossible to chew (unless crispy). We just threw it away. Also, I was told it would be spicy amd although cinnamon is a spice, it was not what I expected.
Lastly the coleslaw came in the tiniest take away container and it came open while walking home. I managed to get a little taste.
SPOILER ALERT: I think I cracked the recipe. Vinegar, cabbage and pepper
I could do better at home blindfolded. Sorry.
I really wanted them to be good, or at least decent. Shame on me for hoping.
UPDATE: My bad - I was enraged with the food, I did not spell check the restaurant name, although maybe if I had rubbed the food all over me instead of eating it... lol
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