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| - The extra high ceilings, kitschy palm tree decorations, brilliantly coloured flag-like table cloths, and chilled out music make escaping the cold and into The Real Jerk a great relief. I won't go as far as likening the heavenly smelling haven to actually going to the sun destination itself, but the taste of the comfort food could figuratively transport you to Jamaica if you'd only be willing to eat with your eyes closed.
The appetizer of fried plantains were wonderfully sweet and mushy. My half rack of succulent ribs was much more than I could finish. It's a cause, (but no fault), of my love for the plentiful sides of flavourful rice and creamy coleslaw. My dinner date's generously stuffed chicken roti was about the size of an infant and reportedly 'perfect'. He took our very friendly server's recommendation to try 'kola champagne' and loved it too.
Just as we were on our way out (to catch a concert at the Opera House next door), it was time for Irie-okee! Our server got all excited and even brought the book of songs to our table to try to convince us to go up (the "stage" is literally in the centre of the room, amongst all the tables, which makes for great access to the audience for serenades) and sing. Despite his passionate persuasion though, we had to leave. We did however promise to come back again with our friends, which we sincerely plan to do. So, what is everyone doing next Thursday?
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