I wanted to love it. I love Jamaican food. This was such a drag.
The atmosphere was fine - the place is kind of a hole in the wall, with plenty of character and I have no problem with that. Kind of dark, cool stage area up front and cute little bar in the back.
Sort of felt like walking into someones house, and I like that feeling. We sat ourselves and the server was nice. No complaints so far.
I ordered brown stew chicken and my partner ordered jerk chicken. Rice and peas and macaroni and cheese. Now, jerk chicken is grilled after being coated with a dark jerk spice marinade, if being done super legit, its grilled over coal. What arrived looked like it came out of a crock pot. Imagine if you ordered a flame grilled burger and someone brought you a sloppy joe type thing in a bowl. That was definitely NOT jerk chicken. I'm surprised they were trying to pass it off as such. It was sort of bland, mushy. My brown stew chicken was more legit, but was still bland. The stewed chicken was dry, almost hard in the middle. Really weird. Where's the scotch bonnet heat? Rice and peas was pretty good, the mac and cheese was unmemorable and sort of yellow and grainy. I hope they turn it around, but it's evident that someone here just doesn't care. Sad.