An absolutely massive plate of chicken, fried-up veggies, and rice greeted us after we ordered the jerk chicken - it's a good thing we presciently chose to share! Even between two of us it didn't all completely disappear.
The texture of the chicken was half tender, half car tire. Not sure how they managed that. The spice level was light, but some spicy orange sauce (meant for the plantains, but the plantain-eater is a spice-o-phobe) helped. The chicken oil that soaked the rice made it ten times more delicious. And the veggies may look like sad old Chinese stir-fry rejects, but they taste better than they look.
There's a big cooler filled with Jamaican drinks, or approximations thereof (see: Reed's ginger brew) and everyone's friendly as can be.