There's a Star Trek episode where Mr. Spock goes back to Vulcan and fights Captain Kirk to the death in order to mate with a hot Vulcaness, but it turns out the girl already has a boyfriend, named Stan, so she's not available. At the end, Spock tells Stan, "Having is not always as good as wanting. It is illogical, but nonetheless true."
That's pretty much how I feel about King Jamaican. It was good to do the KJ Watch. It was good to find it open and go in and find that the wait staff is all Japanese. (Last Friday, they were playing Japanese reggae music.) It was good to order Prince Neville's Famous Ginger Beer, a small "five bean" soup, and salmon stuffed with crab and shrimp in red sauce. It was good to see that the beef soup is only made on "special days," and wonder what defined a special day. Days on which beef soup is made?
It was not as good to wait for an hour with only two other people in the place for the little cup of soup, which really didn't taste like much of anything. (When she delivered it, the Japanese waitress said, "Sorry, Jamaican style" referring to the wait). The salmon was blah, and the crab -- I think -- was the fake stuff. (Not sure about that.) The ginger beer was a juice, but maybe that's what's called ginger beer. It was very gingery, though.
The jerk chicken I saw go by looked better, but I'll still go next time for the more interesting chicken at the Ethiopian/Camaroonian place on Haight at Webster.
Almost everything was good at KJ. But not eating there.