
Originally Posted by
ol'yardie
Our first trip was 1983. We stayed at Negril Beach Club. There was Charela, the old Bar-B-Barn, Tea Water, Pete's (for patties), Yellow Bird, and after Gilbert in '89 Mark opened the Hurricane Bar which was there until the owners of Yellow Bird (Montreal owners) finally came down three years later and evicted him from his spot on their beach just off the corner of their chain-link security fence. Way up on the beach was Cosmo's (worth a taxi ride to get Mr Brown's fish and chips). And don't forget the Rasta enclave that was at the bridge and mouth of the river. I had my first Jamaican home cooking there at Sister Love's, prepared by a Rasta lady called Dorothy P. Also met my first Rasta at Sister Love's place that night, a tailor who sewed baggies (remember them?) He went by the name of...drum roll...Tailor. Those were the days, my friend.