The Jerkyard

Ten years ago, we cut our teeth in the dusty tenement yard dancehalls of the Jamaican countryside selling jerk chicken and 'medicated' steamed fish. Security was a few ex-army friends and the bar was an enamel bath filled with ice and local white rum. The constant smoke kept the mosquitoes away; reggae washed around the concrete walls like an echo chamber and the palm trees and sheer remoteness of our location ensured our secrecy. By the time the police came to shut us down, the beers were hot and the weekend long gone.

Join us for eight weeks of reggae, authentic drum-smoked jerk chicken, dominoes tournments and more rum cocktails than a pirate party!