Welcome to a dinning experience that combines the ambiance of a prison cafeteria with the taste of a Caribbean ghetto. The service was a similar to what one would expect from a DMV employee on their last day with just a hint of that special " I stopped caring a long time ago" attitude that makes their dishes taste all the better. I found the fragrance of body odor that seemed to attach it self the establishment to compliment the slightly sour taste of their food.
If you've every lost hope and gave up dreaming in life, but wanted to do it with a Caribbean flair, then this is the place you should dine. Eat hearty, for you are dining in hell.
Prepare your stomach for a meal so bad that a thousand caribbean sunsets could not repair it.
Smooth sailing fellow Yelpers