Ahhhh The Red Dragon....I took a newbie friend of mine, a very fine chef, there to try the jerk a while ago. He was absolutely blown away by the place. So rustic and so cool. We ordered two rum and tings. We were served two 1/2 pints of Appleton, two bottles of Ting, and a large bowl of ice along with a pair of tongs, and two glasses.

Then the jerk pork came. Presented on a bed of Aluminum foil, seasoned and twice smoked, pickled onions and Scotch Bonnets as a garnish, served with a wonderful sweet bread. Damien, my chef friend, made little jerk pork canopies and we scarfed them down with much exuberance.

An old man hobbled into the bar with an empty soda bottle and ordered some rum and three Craven A's to go. The bartender held a ruler next to the soda bottle and poured in three inches of white rum and handed over three cigarettes to his customer who then left with a satisfied smile and a bent hobble back into the Red Ground.

As we exited the place for a walk back to town, an old guy with massive dreads was passing by. He noticed Damien, who also sports a wonderful head of dreads, albeit more of the fashion statement kind, and extends his fist for a bump and simply says ... "r a s t a a a" . Damien responds with the utmost coolness as required by the situation. fistbump...Rastaaa.
Later as we pass the old Ras and head into town, Damien claims that day to be the Best Day Ever.

I Love that place.