Island Kitchen in Pensacola
“I think this is what MaMa might fix for us if we lived in Jamaica,” I said to AdventureMan as our meals were delivered at the Island Kitchen. We’ve passed Island Kitchen a hundred times, and many of those times AdventureMan has said one of these days he’d like to give it a try. This was the day.
There were other Islanders eating there – one eating oxtail and another eating goat curry. It looks like a lively place on the weekends, when expats come to eat food from home and listen to Island music.
I ordered the Jamaican Tea; it was delicious. I thought it was ginger, but the server said no, it was an herbal tea.
We ordered at the counter – so many options, and a set of choices unlike any other restaurant in Pensacola. Our orders were the special-of-the-day, AdventureMan ordered the Chicken With Brown Sauce and I ordered the Chicken Curry.
It was down-home chow. It was food like Grandmama would serve, if Grandmama were Caribbean. There are other options – Oxtail. Goat Curry. Beef Pasties. Everything looked well prepared, wholesome, and copious.
Still hoping for an Ethiopian restaurant in Pensacola . . . 🙂
As much as I’d love to promote your biz … specially considering that I was close to posting something called ‘The Death of My Neighbor and Father’ about an amazing jamacan soul who took this disenfranchised adopted Caucasian bastard under hsi wing and taught me things that my long dead father should have … I don;t know anything about your establishment. So, unless you want to pay my airfare down to the beloved island, I will have to decline this post.
Not my biz, bro. Just reporting on places we eat. Not looking for promotion. Very sorry about your loss; your neighbor sounds like an extraordinary man.