Saturday we checked out a little Jamaican restaurant (notice the spelling below rastarant).
This little boy ran up and smacked me on the butt. Then continued to entertain Cora with his sweet dance moves and acrobat abilities. He’d climb up on that stool and jump off! He was the owner’s kid.
Then he brought out his yo-yo.
Inside. Very Jamaican. Got the reggae blaring. Bob Marley on the walls. Red, yellow, and green everywhere. I like it.
The bar.
Working on my picture taking skills.
This is the stuff we came for. Jerk chicken.
Jerk chicken pizza. Sooooo good!
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