You can not underestimate the power of first impressions. When Lesley and I first walked into Caribbean House restaurant, we were a little taken aback by their lack of organization. We are not the type of people who expect a super-polished, corporate smoothed dining experience. We were a bit worried when our server told us that there were no menus, and our silverware was wrapped in paper towels. Our server was very friendly, but seemed to be a little overwhelmed which is not what you expect at three in the afternoon. Anyway, we stared at the board in the foyer, ordered, and sat down at a table outside.
Maybe this disorganization is deliberate, because what came out of the kitchen was amazing. I had ordered the ox-tails which I had never eaten before. They were fantastic. Succulent bites of beef that just melted off this rather strange-looking bones. They reminded me in taste and texture of the beef short ribs. Lesley got the jerk chicken which was like no other jerk chicken. Most jerk chicken I have had has just been rubbed with jerk seasoning and slapped on a grill. This was slow-cooked with a marinade that made it so juicy and tender. The side items were amazing. The rice and beans were cooked perfectly, and the festival was a revelation. I really don’t want to oversell the place. It’s possible that all Caribbean restaurants are this wonderful, but I will be hard press to try another one when this one is so good and so close.