Went to this place in early April 2012. PJ, the owner, said they were renovating but we could sit on a picnic table outside. We ordered, and waited. And waited. And waited. As we waited, PJ took off several times: once to get smokes, then to get a rum and coke, and then for some mystery brown paper bag. We weren't offered a drink. Thankfully, someone on the street helped us out and brought us delicious rum punch. We kept waiting. For the better part of an hour, we were told the food was minutes away, and "good things come to those who wait." Nearly two hours after we ordered, we got ready to leave. Then they scrambled and had plates out. Thankfully, they delivered them to our hotel. And at the very end of it all, the food was delicious. But I wouldn't go back. Did I mention that PJ was either high, drunk or both - and reeked of stale urine? Mmmmmm.
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