Take Two

Open late nights. «No chips, this Carribean, Rice and peas».
Seriously, don’t come here for chips, though you can get all the rice you want. Stewed oxtail? Jerk chicken? Plantains? Curried chicken? Crazy cakes? Seriously odd drinks that look homemade?
Service that comes with a lacksadaiscal stoned grin and a serious bout in the microwave?
If you live (or are being pulled to) the deepest wilds of South London, where you get a bus or the last Tube to Brixton plus an onwards bus, why not pop over here for some fortification? The ladies in the place will laugh at you as they deliver your food, without speed, through a slight green haze. The Jerk Chicken seems to run out early (it’s often– though not always– rather good. Even in the daytime and without benefit of sixteen pints ahead of you)
And don’t take the green haze as an insult. Just imagine if you had to work all night, six nights a week, putting up with punters like yourself to make a living.
The laughter in this place will do your soul good.