Mmmmm… de islands, mon… it’s irie..
So, I stopped at the Palm Tree Cafe, here in Fburg, on the way home from work this evening.
Tiny little place, but the girl from behind the counter with the latte skin had a big smile and a fun, friendly manner. No accent, but she assured me she was indeed, from Jamaica–Dad had coached her and her siblings out of that local dialect and into “standard” English, American-style.
I’m familiar with that, as my mom wanted to make sure my brothers and I had decent diction, enunciation, and little trace of hillbilly twang. Did a good job of it, too.
In any case, she (naturally) recommended the Jerk Chicken. I wasn’t sure though, that I wanted to light up my mouth too much. I wanted to try the Ox Tail, but they were just out–the guy who walked over from the bus station across the street got in front of me and got the last serving, so I went ahead and ordered the Curry Goat.
Big nummies! With red beans and rice, of course, and a D & G Genuine Jamaican Kola Champagne to go with. Mmmmmm!
As a bonus, she let me have a sample of the Jerk Chicken to try out. Man! That was yummy, and not as hot as I worried about. Next time, I’m thinkin’…
Highly recommended. Next time you’re in town, stop by!