Granny’s

What did I do to piss Granny off so much. My jerk chicken was dry as it’s broken bones, hard and over cooked and also microwaved!!! Tasted days old. The chicken stew wasn’t too terrible, chewy chicken again spoiled by the microwave. Such a pity as I was really in the mood for Caribbean food. It was a nice sunny evening and on this little cul-​de-​sac next doors a few down is the wicked coffee shop Vagabond, which was banged out till closing time. What works here is simply good quality food and FRIENDLY staff. This joint could be a real treat if they made a few improvements. Play some lovers rock out loud, let the smell of FRESH good food waft into the evening air and put a few more tables out perhaps? I basically don’t want Smokey Tails to leave town and I think this would be a great place to buddy up with. If Smokey Tails is still in town, go there instead!

It was not long ago that I discovered Stroud Green as quite a neighbourhood well worth exploring in more depth; in fact, it all started with when I discovered the «Front Room Café», which I have frequented quite frequently ever since…
And it was after one of my stays at said coffee shop that I saw Granny’s Carribean Takeaway shine at me from the other side of the street… in its bright colours… I simply needed to give it a try!
Now, I have to admit that I am no connaisseur of Caribbean cuisine and I thus have no way to compare it. Having said this: I just wasn’t convinced by what seemed to be a promising hole-​in-​the-​wall place! When I walked in, there was no warm welcome and when I then inquired as to what would be the specialty of the house, I was simply pointed to the menu on the wall.
In the end I went for a chicken curry… and I made that a to-​go-​order, because even though the place offered seating, the atmosphere just wasn’t very inviting whatsoever. Back at home, I pooped the styrofoam box into the microwave and then slouched in front of the computer to eat.
Needless to say — I wasn’t impressed. In fact, I was quite turned off by the low quality of the chicken, as I felt I was eating more bones and cartilage than anything else. The taste, to be fair, was actually a three-​star taste, but it still wouldn’t lure up the image of sitting on a beach somewhere on the Caribbean Islands…