Go to Jamaica and let me guess, you will have at least ten people tell you to go to Rick’s Cafe. So we did. Also because the skeevy bar in East Lansing we went to many a Thursday nights back in the day to scout for whomever we were half in love with at the time (shoutout PJB) was called Rick’s American Cafe and we found the similarity slightly entertaining.
Anyway, we went to Rick’s and it was both what I expected and not what I expected. It was definitely touristy, which I expected. I think I just expected the cliffs to look a little different, like involve actual climbing to get to, but that did not take away from the beauty of it. Also was not expecting for people to be standing on higher platforms asking for $5 to get them to jump off. Um, thanks? Ha.
So here is me having a miserable time:
See, I am absolutely miserable.
We had dinner:
I had the snapper, on the lower left corner, and it was the best out of the four meals. Also best was the bread that came with everything. What is my obsession with bread right now? It was warm and fluffy, and also I think we were starving from spending the whole day at Mayfield Falls. Oh – there were some drinks with very interesting names. Just an FYI.
This is Nora being a badass and jumping off the cliff, if you can find her. A bit of a “where’s waldo” kind of photograph. She’s the only one that went for the jump. I considered and then remembered that I am now old and frail and would have probably instantly broke an arm or two or both of my legs and my neck. So I stayed on land.
So yes, Rick’s is a trip. You should at least check it out. And maybe make the dive if you’re feeling cRaAzy.
i just wanted to say that a) you have the best blog ever and b) woo PJB!
a) thanks girl and b) WOO PJB!