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Rum Kitchen – Jerk Bowl

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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.

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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)

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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.


Rum Kitchen
6-8 All Saints Road, London W11 1HH

Negril – Jerk Chicken

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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.

Negril – Jerk Chicken Jamaican food Brixton

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

Mama’s Jerk – Jerk BBQ Chicken Wings


There’s just something about chicken wings, you know? They have this irresistible quality that, upon gazing on a new set of recently served chicken, one must dive in, with little regard of how one will look while doing it. Watching someone eat wings is disgusting by all accounts, and as much as we can feel people watching us while gorging on these little bits of bird, we… can’t stop ourselves.

Back at Pop Brixton for a second helping (last time wasn’t enough), it was time to try Brixton’s specialty cooking style, jerk. Mama’s Jerk to the rescue, with their incredibly tender, Jerk BBQ Chicken Wings.

The Winged Mountain. Mama's Jerk - Jerk BBQ Chicken Wings in Pop Brixton

The Winged Mountain

Make sure you get sorted with at least 27 napkins, as you’ll be needing them after you jump into the slippery mess that is this mountain of saucy poultry. No clue what they put on the sauce, but it’s as addictive as any other substance I’ve tried before. Plus, if you’re lucky like I was, you might get more wings than you purchased. Kind of like getting one extra McNugget in your nugget box. Only way better.

If loving jerk chicken means I’m a jerk, then I’m more than happy continuing being one.

Slimy? You’ll be licking your fingers all afternoon. And next day’s afternoon also.

Satisfying? If only it was a bottomless pit of wings. They go so fast…


Mama’s Jerk
Pop Brixton, 49 Brixton Station Road, London SW9 8PQ