"In case the chicken bones lying around the parking lot aren’t a giveaway, this 24-hour Jamaican spot can turn into a party that spills out on the lot at night. As the ground would indicate, a lot of folks love the jerk chicken. We do too. It’s juicy, and the heat from the scotch bonnet tastes like it’s mad at you. If you want to shake hands with Satan, use some of that red-hot sauce that comes with it. That’ll get you a meet and greet with him for a few seconds of your life." - ryan pfeffer, virginia otazo