Went on a Friday evening at about 11pm. The place smelled like baby powder (hmmmm?). It was quiet to start, which was nice because we had a booth to sit in. The selection of beers is good--as expected, many West Indian/Caribbean brews. Other than my friend and I, there were about 3 other women in the bar and one looked like she was alone. All three definitely appeared to be on the prowl. Unfortunately for them, there were maybe only 6 guys in the bar and 2 were DJing and one was bar-tending.
As my friend and I chatted and enjoyed the reggae renditions of songs like George Michael's "Never Gonna Dance Again" mixed in with some Peter Tosh, more people started coming in - mostly rastas and reggae-enthusiasts of all ages. One older man complimented by shoes. He was cool.
Anyway, we stayed there most of the night and pretty much everyone in the bar was up dancing. Another woman who had come in with her husband was instructing me on my dancing...telling me I was using too much hip (sorry - I love soca), and not enough shoulder.
I can't wait to return to show her my progress.
There is a foosball table in the basement.