After a Howard game, I decided to try out this Caribbean joint about a block away. I hadn't heard anything about it, and I didn't quite know what to expect. It was an experience for which I felt so fortunate to be a Chowhound.
It's an interesting spot, on four levels. Although it looks quiet on a cold winter's night, there was an upstairs dining room that was full. I took a quick peak and found a pretty and inviting space.
The next level down was a small open kitchen with a funky/utilitarian vibe with metal stools, bright lighting, a couple of living room-style seating areas, and a high top for two, which I took. Tropical bird sounds combined with some reggae.
Another level down was a bar area, same vibe, and outside they had set up tables that I imagine will be inviting on a warmer night.
The people here are just so damn nice and quite proud of their food. The menu is small with five mains and two appetizers. I asked for advice and the proprietor pointed my to the rasta pasta with blackened chicken. After I explained that I don't usually drink alcohol, the server offered to make me a mocktail.
Th drink was great, she called it a "Where's Oscar?" named after someone who lives upstairs (?), and it was very tart, cold, sweet, minty, foamy, and so satisfying. The pasta came in a delicate garlic and cream sauce and the chicken thighs were flattened, charred and crispy. Great aroma and nice spicing.
All was right with the world, and I am already thinking of when I can get back.
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