We had the ribs and plantains to start, with The Jerk chicken and funky chicken as our main dish. The waitress had us in stitches when she repeated our order as "one funky and one Jerk" We weren't sure who was who at that point.
The meal was superb, and the red stripe and carib beers went down very well indeed.
once we had eaten we sat at the bar, and had a very pleasant chat with the proprietors wife about the history of the place. it was fascinating.
What also struck me was that the owner of the establishment does the majority of the prep of the dishes, which goes against some of the posters on here that say he doesn't do much to help.
My advice is go with an open mind and be prepared to chill out and enjoy yourselves.