There ain’t nothing wrong with a little bit of bone. After all, the art of eating chicken is forever paired with messy hands and slippery bone structures. But sometimes, a man must be lazy, and order a massive (i.e. gigantic) portion of boneless chicken to truly understand the meaning of life.
And yes, my life is THAT simple. It can be explained with a big bowl of jerk chicken, like Rum Kitchen’s massive culinary feast, the Jerk Bowl. Comes in 3 and 5 piece (guess which one I ordered), and with the usual caribbean trimmings of rice & peas, slaw, and… errr…watermelon and pineapple? (not the only place with a watermelon fetish)
No need to go into how big this bowl actually is, or even if it is intended for one person (it isn’t only a madman like yours truly would eat this on his own). But it sure is delightful. Also quite spicy. Like good jerk should be. But more importantly, the chicken is delicious, tender and oh so easy to eat. Pair it with some groovy rum cocktails, and it’s gonna be a breezy night out.
Life is good when one is lazy. Life is good with chicken at hand. Chicken and laziness. That is life in a nutshell.
Slimy? No bones means less slime. Still, slimy as f***
Satisfying? I’m still full two weeks after having this jerky bowl.
6-8 All Saints Road, London W11 1HH
I went to Jamaica with my family when I was about 14 years old. We stayed in an all inclusive, but every now and then we would go out and explore the city. The moment I remember most vividly is when a villager offered to sell me some marijuana. Not only was it the first time I had ever been offered a drug transaction (or drugs for that matter), but it was also shocking considering I still thought I was a child. I guess I was wrong.
Of course I didn’t go through with said purchase, but things would’ve gone a different way if instead of weed, I was offered Curried Goat like the one I had at Bamboula in Brixton. With a distinct smell you could trace from far away, and with a beautiful presentation, this gooey goat was delightful. With some rice and peas, and some plantain on the side, this is the sort of thing I get addicted to.
Quality AND quantity!
So yeah. I’m addicted to jamaican food. It was Jerk Chicken a few weeks ago, and now this. I’ll either have to go to rehab soon, or I’ll just have to move to Brixton…
Slimy? I mixed everything right away, so hell yeah!
Satisfying? Now I want EVERYTHING curried
12 Acre Lane, London SW2 5SG
Ahh… the Caribbean. The breeze, the beach, the crystal blue sea. All those add to the allure of the region. But one thing stands above all else when it comes to true, Jamaican roots, and that is Jerk Chicken.
It’s no wonder that Brixton serves the best Jerk cuisine in London, but it’s always great to stumble into a place that’s not in the Brixton Village, but that is equally good, if not better, than anything else over there. A few blocks away from the tube, you’ll find Negril, a small, family run (or at least it looks family run) joint, serving all sorts of Jamaican fare.
Just pick it up and give it all a nice, gravy bath
But stop looking at that menu and just get the chicken. Specially if you’re hungry. You’ll get as much Jerk Chicken as you need (that’s half on the picture, because I’m a beast), with two sides (plantains and rice for me!) and some of the greatest sauces to bathe that bird in. Just one look at the reflective coating the gravy will give your chicken will make you as relaxed as a Jamaican would be when doing… pretty much anything. Add some BBQ and some really spicy sauce on the side, and this dish is a winner.
So as much as I still probably believe that Cool Runnings is the most Jamaican thing outside of Jamaica, Negril happily shares that first spot on the list.
Slimy? So many sauces. You’ll pour them all in at the same time. And you will chillll
Satisfying? You’ll need a hammock after this meal. That’s how good (and full!) it’ll make you feel
132 Brixton Hill, London SW2 1RS