
No. 01 · Jamaica
Jerk Chicken
Marinated overnight in scotch bonnet, allspice and thyme, slow-smoked, then charred hard on the grill. Rice & peas and a squeeze of lime on the side.
Smoky party jollof beside allspice-black jerk. Oxtail braised until it lets go of the bone. Two food cultures that share a pepper, cooked by two women who share a kitchen.
Everything you see is on tonight’s menu. Nothing frozen, nothing from a jar we didn’t fill ourselves.
First visit? These are the plates regulars order for their friends.

No. 01 · Jamaica
Marinated overnight in scotch bonnet, allspice and thyme, slow-smoked, then charred hard on the grill. Rice & peas and a squeeze of lime on the side.

No. 02 · Nigeria
Long-grain rice cooked down in a smoky tomato-pepper base until the bottom of the pot catches. That’s the good part. Roast chicken and sweet plantains alongside.

No. 03 · Jamaica
Braised with butter beans, pimento and a whisper of brown sugar until the meat slides off the bone. Rice & peas to catch every drop of gravy.

No. 04 · Nigeria
Thin-sliced beef crusted in yaji, a rub of ground peanut, ginger and chili, flame-grilled and piled with raw onion and tomato. Northern Nigeria by way of Orange Street.

No. 05 · Nigeria
Adaeze’s mother’s melon-seed soup, rich with palm oil, spinach and slow-cooked goat, with a smooth dome of pounded yam for scooping. Tear, scoop, repeat.
Our pots go on before the doors open. Stocks simmer for hours, marinades sit overnight, and every sauce on the table was made in this building.
The same peppers, yams and plantains crossed the Atlantic and picked up new names. We cook each dish the way its home cooks it, then put them back on the same table.
Oxtail braises for six hours. Jerk marinates overnight. Jollof gets the slow, bottom-of-the-pot smoke it deserves. If we can’t do a dish right on a given day, it comes off the board.
Sit down in the lamp-lit room on Orange Street, call ahead and pick it up hot in twenty minutes, or order trays for the office, the graduation or the naming ceremony.
“The oxtail fell apart before my fork touched it. I’ve been chasing that gravy all week, and I’m going back Friday.”
“My dad grew up in Lagos and has never approved of anyone’s jollof. He finished his plate, asked for a second, and took a container home.”
“We ordered catering for forty and not one tray came back with food in it. The puff-puff was gone before the speeches started.”

Office lunches, graduations, weddings, naming ceremonies. We cook for 10 to 150 in the same pots as the dining room. Tell us the headcount and the heat level; we’ll build the trays.