Pepper Pot

This week for wednesday night dinner we went to Pepper Pot in Roxbury.   It was Paul's turn to pick a restaurant, so he decided to steal an argument from Sarah Palin: He insisted that since he is from Florida, he can practically see Cuba from his house, and since Cuba is in the Carribean, we should sample Carribean food.  He wanted to choose a place related to his heritage, and since he is from Florida, that makes him Carribean, or at least a "jerk".  So that led us to the Pepper Pot ...

Travelling there:  My friend and I knew it was located in Dudley Square (but not sure where Dudley Square was) so we hopped on the number 1 bus which dropped us off at Dudley Street. From there it was a sketchy 5 minute walk down Dudley Street to the Pepper Pot.  One of my friends said the walk would be "gangsta" and they were right.  

The Atmosphere:   The restaurant is one room that is very plain with almost nothing except ads for Jamaican events on the walls.  It took about 10 or 15 minutes before we saw anybody that worked there.   The waitress came over to our table to tell us that we have to walk up to the counter to order, then she came back and took our orders.

The Food:  was excellent.  I tried the BBQ chicken, which pulled off the bone easily, which I like.  Each meal comes with a side of rice and beans, fried plantains, and a white vegetable that I didn't touch.   They have an authentic Jamaican menu including:  curried goat, jerk chicken, liver, cow foot, saltfish, etc.  Their desert menu is even better, in fact they have an ice cream shop connected to the restaurant.   One thing I just remembered:  many of the things on the menu they don't have.   When we left she told us to stay safe and watch ourselves out there.