There's only so much grease and cheese and sodium and meat derived from rat ass that I can handle. Once in awhile, I need a workday lunch that doesn't feel like I pulled the pin of a grenade and swallowed it.
Rumbi Island Grill gives me some veggies that weren't boiled into oblivion, a bit of chicken and some spicy sauces. My usual choice there is a small jerk chicken bowl with Rumbi rice. I sprinkle this with generous squirt of The Hot Cock (aka Sriracha Hot Chili Sauce).
The chicken tastes real. And there's nothing wrong with some rice and beans. Plus I don't wind up feeling like that guy from "Supersize Me." Or worse yet, Jerrod!
I still wouldn't mind a moratorium on steel drum music, though...