I'm sitting here back at my desk, supposed to being enjoying the goat roti that I ordered. However it is not goat. Its freaking chicken!!! I'm half trini so I know the difference between the two meats. I would go back but its a 10 min walk each way so I'm best off just writing up a review the passive-aggressive Canadian way.
Experience - the restaurant must be run by my university roomie because there is loud music blaring as soon as you walk in the door. Almost every customer has to repeat their order 2-3x because the order taker cannot hear them over the music. I ordered my goat roti, just like I did last week.
Last week's goat roti was good. Better than Carribean Pot Luck's, but not as good as Mitzie's or my Grandmother's recipies.
Processing wise the roti ordertaker is not the food prepper. Just like last week I got all the way to the cashier who then had to turn and berate the guys to make my roti.
Considering I paid $13 for them to !@#$ up my order like a bunch of bumboclaats, I'm not going back for average roti.