The restaurant advertises itself as Nicaraguan and Jamaican, which makes sense only after you realize that Nicaragua has a Pacific and Caribbean coast. The eastern coast, though, was settled by the British, presumably by way of Jamaica. The fusion is fabulous. I'll warn you at the outset that the restaurant is about as undecorated as you can get, the service is confusing and the cook can be seen wandering the back in brilliantly colored hair curlers with a potato in her hand. Little fried pork ribs are rubbed or marinated in red spices that faintly sting your lips.
Grilled beef has a definite Caribbean kick with echoes of Cuba as well as Jamaica.
All entr es are served with a mound of rice and beans studded with bits of onion. You also get the best fried plantains I have ever tasted. They are ripe, yellow, sweet and almost caramelized. Drinks are the usual Latino refrescos. I prefer the melon rather than the tamarind, which is sweeter than the iced tea served in a soul food shack.