I grew up in a suburb with a fairly large West Indian community and spent my formative foodie years eating some of the best and spiciest dishes I could get my filthy little hands on. So imagine my infinite sadness when I moved West to the city only to realize West Indian meant solely Jamaican. Not that I don't love Jamaican food, but there is only so much Jerk chicken one can handle. And so for the last three years I have made it my mission to find decent doubles in this city. A mission that has taken me to some very, um, "interesting" places only to leave me gravely disappointed and sometimes scared for my life. I had almost resigned myself to making a bi-weekly trek to Scarlem to stock up on the tasty little buggers and then the awesomeness that is the Internet led me to Ali's. Hot, delicious, with a solid amount of spice and not at all runny (like some of the other doubles I had encountered), Ali's is my night in shining fishnet shirt. And the best part? You don't have to take the RT to get there. :)