I think I might be pregnant. I have this inexplicable craving for rice and peas. One of my ex-girlfriends had a Jamaican grandmother who made the best rice and peas. When she dumped me, I should have sought her grandmother out and started dating her. I’ve been here a couple of times. I tried the jerk chicken which was decent. I didn’t find anything special about it. Good spice and char on the chicken. The oxtail was pretty good. The meat was very tender and flavorful. However, the let down was what I was craving for. The rice and peas were pretty bland. I couldn’t really taste the coconut or thyme or any kind of spice. The cabbage was whatever. The place is pretty small and it is located next to a laundromat. There is essentially one or two counter seats and one table in the place. They have a grill outside. Overall, I would stick with the meat and get a lot of gravy or sauce to cover up the rice.