On Wednesday night, we decided to introduce Julian and Shelley to Jamaican cuisine by taking them to Jerk City up in Soho. Their menu looked authentic enough, so I took the liberty of ordering some food for everyone to share –
- 2 pieces of coco bread
- A large jerk chicken
- A large oxtail curry
- Two beef patties, and two lamb patties
Well, I was very disappointed to learn that they were out of patties! Unbelievable! They were also out of Ting, but since they weren’t serving rum I wasn’t too disappointed with that. Anyway, we continued with the order and ate the other things – the oxtail wasn’t as tender as it should have been, and the jerk seasoning on the chicken tasted more like BBQ – but the rice and peas was actually quite good (hear that Mom?).
Still on our hunt for patties, we tried the more formal restaurant next door – Mr Jerk. There was quite a line for a table here, so to shortcut things I asked one of the waitresses if they, too, were out of patties. She said, “No, we don’t serve patties, you’ll have to go next door”.
How can you call yourself a Jamaican restaurant and not serve patties?!