Now, don't get me wrong. I love all the jerk chicken and jamaican places down Brixton way. I mean, it's not that hard to make it good, it seems. And rice and peas always go down well.
But when a new place opens up and is constantly filled with men in black or navy ski jackets and hoodies, you just have to stop in.
Something tells you this is the place. There's a hubbub. Half the stuff is out...more