A few weeks ago we went to G's Jamaican Quisine at 79th and Troost. It was pretty good. It moonlights as a reggae club, so there was mainly open floor space, with tables spread about, a decent sized stage in the corner and some big speakers along the walls. It also had some decent airbrushed murals on the walls and a beer stained pool table. And a couple of big fans to fight the heat. No A/C in the joint; G himself said it was being worked on, but that didn't help me - it's not fun when you go outside to cool off in July.
I like to think of myself as a goat connoisseur, as much as one can be in Kansas City. When I go to a restaurant that has goat, I order it. I am also a curry connoisseur. I like curry like Josh like's ketchup (3 likes in that sentence, for those of you keeping score at home). I like it on everything. (friendly word of advice: don't add curry to your pregnant wife's scrambled eggs - trust me). If a restaurant has something curried, I order it. G's has curried goat. The holy grail. I ordered oxtail.
I wanted the goat, but it was already well-represented in the group, so I went with oxtail, which I had never had before. They also have cow feet on the menu, but I couldn't quite do it. The oxtail was great. It's like a very tender, fatty roast. A little hard to eat, because you have to work around the tail bone, but you are rewarded with some tasty ox flesh in the end.
With the oxtail I had red beans and rice, which were possibly the best I ever had, and fried plantains, which were awesome. They were like a banana crossed with a potato. I purchased a plantain at the store the other day to try to fry one. We'll see how it goes.
I did try the curried goat. It was the shiznittlebitty, and tasty too. I will order that if I make it back to G's, or more likely, for take-out. I will order the cow feet for Sara. Curried cow feet, if she's pregnant.
I give G's a 3.2.
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