This was probably the most gangster diner I've had since I was 18 years old.
I met up with my buddy from the West end of town, so naturally he picked me up in his Hummer H2 and we riding dirty all the way to the Fish Palace Restaurant. Parked the beast outside, and walked like one leg was shorter than the other into the restaurant.
This was an ethnic restaurant, comprised of Jamaicans and Trinis. We met up with a higher ranking manager at our organisation, and sat together to exchanges company gossip over some beer.
I never had ox tail before, and my friends highly recommended the dish to me here. Ox tail with rice it is! I felt no intimidation here, in fact, I think the locals felt more intimidated by me. I was afterall the biggest guy here, but the scare is just beginning.
The place is super casual, not an ounce of needless..ness. The waitress/bartender was very friendly and always had a smile on her face.
My food came. Oh my God, the food looked so simple, and it was damn good. This was ox tail? YUM! I cleaned the plate in less than five minutes, my friends were looking at me like they've just witnessed a human sacrifice. I ordered another meal of the curry chicken. The waitress couldn't contain her laughter, and padded me on the shoulder as if she was giving her baby boy the Huggie's "that's a big boy now" gesture. nom nom nom nom nom.
The chicken was a bit dry, but the potatoes were pretty decent. Two plates down, and people in the restaurant thought they were looking at an exhibition at the Zoo. They've never seen a Chinese Maan devour so much food in such an barbaric manner. A gentleman actually approached me from his bar stool to congratulate me on my ferocious appetite, and high fived me.
Hey! Didn't anyone ever tell you not to pet the exhibits?! lol...
I was so full, I was barely able to climb back into the truck. read more