Curse you The Carribbean. Not only am I not there, sunning myself on a sun-kissed beach sipping on a cocktail with scantily clad
maidens Mrs Del Monte hurrying to fulfil my every sordid whim but there are so many tossing islands with populations of 8 but somehow they managed to hoodwink the UN into making them nations which means they’re on my list and they are hardly represented in restaurant form in London. And when they are they all serve up the same stuff. Jerk chicken, goat curry and plantain may be yummy but show some regional diversity please.
Which means, according to my self-imposed rules, Guanabana (http://www.guanabanarestaurant.com/) cannot count for any specific country (unless they can claim to represent the British Virgin Islands specifically – go on Guanabana, tweet that this is so and I’ll be forever in your debt). So, depsite Guanabana’s stubborn insistence that it represents all of the Caribbean and South America (that’s quite a claim), it pains me to confess that they serve up some jolly decent scran. So I made some schoolboy errors by not ordering a milkshake or mocktail (it has no licence but allows BYOB); SIL implored me to order the fried chicken skins which I forgot. But me and Mrs Del Monte hunkered down on some Jerk Chicken and a Bajan burger. Both performed exceptionally well though the chicken wasn’t as charred as I like for something that is BBQed. People on the next table had the mac & cheese which looked very tempting.
The service is exemplary and very friendly and the cavernous place has nooks and crannies all over the place teeming with characters in a buzzing atmosphere. £25 for two people and no waiting, I’ll be back to explore the menu more thoroughly.
THE ALL OF THE CARIBBEAN!
85 Kentish Town Road
London NW1 8NY
Tel: 0207 485 1166