Oh my. Walking through the door I am warmly greeted on a chilly November day by those intoxicating Jamaican spices filling the air. Even though the wind outside is brisk, I am immediately transported to Ocho Rios along the north shore. Hell, yea, I'm off to a good start.
I ordered the oxtail 'cause my Yelp buddies suggested it. Wow. A very dark gravy added to the wonder of tender meat, with little bits of gelatin from hours of low-n-slow cooking like Mom did when she had all day to linger in the kitchen. Rice, beans, plantains, and cabbage . . . each well prepared even though the place is small and the food served humbly in takeouts.
My advice? Come here for your dose of Jamaican cuisine. Who knows? They're so close to the airport, you might get an itch and take the next flight to Montego Bay. Give 'em a whirl!