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Credit Cards Accepted
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Good for Kids
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Delivery
No
Payment
Credit Cards Accepted
Parking
Yes
Good for Kids
Attire
Casual
Alcohol
No
Reservations
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07/09/2024 - Best M.
the best
08/07/2021 - Hungry Customer
My mind was in a quandary on what rating to exactly give this "Restaurant." 1 or 2, I am truly torn between them. When I walked in I should've turned around as soon as I looked at the singular customer sitting in a corner by his lonesome and by the look on his face it looked as though he had been sitting for quite some time. I've lived over 20+ years with a West Indian and I've never been so fretful to eat the food that was served to me. Oxtails that darn taste of mine! only to be ruined for another time. My head swoons in thinking about the awful experience as I am still burping it up 4 hours later!!! Who in the world enjoys this place. Okay I'll give it to them it appears to be clean, but I should've known something was awry when I smelled nothing cooking and a lone fly hovered over the food but dared to set down. If it wasn't for my growling stomach and my blasted taste for oxtails I would've left it in the foam container and bag they gave it to me in. Mine you, I was eating in. So, with great hope for a hot and delicious meal I sunk the edges of my teeth into the most pitiful looking morsel of tail I had ever eaten in public. I tried to work around the bone of my half-hearted prepared meal with hopes that the meat would give way and with much effort it finally did. I tried to wrap my head around the sight, the sharpest bone ever, odd-tasting seasonings, a mound of hard brown rice, and petrified-looking plantains that I just couldn't; or I just wouldn't consume. A young boy was seated at the register area squealing with glee at the video game which pierced the already unsettling quiet atmosphere of the restaurant. Oh, I forgot to tell you the attendant, waitress I'm unsure of her position brought out the homely looking man's meal with bedroom slippers, a headscarf on while dragging her feet across the floor as though we both had imposed and were sitting in her bedroom. Oh my! What an experience! That I struggled with whether to write and share or keep this embarrassing debacle to myself. But, I had to be true to the many West Indians and unsuspecting victims who would spend over $10+ expecting to have a hot cook-up and get something akin to slop instead. So sorry, but not sorry. Maybe if they had at least a traditional restaurant offering at the least a glass of water, but they were too busy back in the kitchen doing only God knows what. Eat there if you wish, but in my opinion, it may be a hit or miss, one I wished I had missed!