It was only a lunchtime sandwich stop, but it’s worth a mention.
There are several West Indian mentions on the menu, possibly reflecting Bubala’s ownership, of the chef’s background. Our server’s accent confirmed he was from that part of the world and confirmed that the jerk chicken was “properly” spicy. It was, however, quite restrained, so perhaps he meant properly spicy for the tastes of the usual clientele. That said, it was enjoyable – moist, tender chicken breast, the albeit muted spicing baked on nicely, a little lettuce, tomato and onion contributing to the five a day. And a drizzle of a lime/coriander mayo. The bread was a disappointment, disintegrating to a mush before I was halfway through eating.
Closer to the restaurant’s location was a fish sandwich. An indeterminate white “fish of the day” had been broiled and stuck in a bun with a lemon/ caper aioli. God enough but nothing to sing from the rooftops about.
Worth a stop if in the area.