We exist for the few that respects the alchemy of the jerk pit master and who understands that jerk chicken has roots much deeper than your local Caribbean takeaway would have you believe.
Jerk has always been more than just a seasoning. It was food forged in the earth by the Jamaican guerrilla with fire in his heart and smoke in his eyes.
We haven't forgotten this history. Which is why we don't do tropical themes, microwaves or have a fancy Caribbean restaurant, only fresh and natural - just like our granny taught us - from our repurposed shipping container in Walthamstow, East London.