I am predictable with my late night eats. Small jerk chicken, please. Two pieces of tender chicken with rice and beans covered in spicy gravy (or sometimes the oxtail gravy) combined with the creamy coleslaw.
Sure, I love the barbequed freshness of a Rasta Pasta lunch in Kensington, and indeed there are better known jerk spots around town, but Jerk King is my late-night takeout spot and it tastes like home.
I am always content with my decision, whether I'm picking it up after a late night at my office, post dance shenanigans or maybe it's Wednesday and it's on special for dinner ($6.05 with tax). I probably sound quite boring, but this is one of my comfort foods.
Somehow, every single time they ask if you want the coleslaw with your meal. This seems like a rhetorical question. OF COURSE YOU WANT THE COLESLAW.