Monday, 8 April 2013
Jamaican beef patty
Years ago, Rota and I went up to this sketchy little Jamaican 'restaurant' near Udisco, in a downstairs storefront that featured a small window (painted over with yellow, red, and green) covered in massive bars. We went in and all we saw was a big empty room with massive speaker stacks blasting out reggae crazy loud. Seven dreadlocked gentleman that were playing dominoes around a small table in the corner stopped what they were doing and looked at us. A standoff ensued. Somehow, we managed to leave with our lives, and even better, they heated up a couple of Jamaican meat patties for us in a little toaster oven that was sitting on two phonebooks on the floor.
This almost certainly happened to me, but it also may have just been a story I heard.