Jamaican --- Dorchester's Irie
- Tord Svenson
The neighborhood around Meeting House Hill at the north end of Adam's St. has several interesting restaurants. There used to be a Black Muslim place near the square on Bowdoin St. called Miriam's --- Miriam did OK for herself and retired, so down came the pictures of Farikand and up went Bob Marley. The space was divided between a sports' clothing store and a small Jamaican take out with a few tables -called Irie. Its at 310 Bowdoin near the corner of Quincy St and across from St Peter's and over the park from the ancient First Parish Church --- the second oldest church in the colonies (behind Plymouth).
There is a counter with a hot case full of goodies and a second smaller case with limbo patties filled with various stuffings -- $1 each. Everything is cheap-eats priced. Out back is the kitchen and over the top is a menu full of unusual offerings. There is a significant Jamaican population here-abouts so that the food is authentic. The choices include jerked just about anything ---chicken, goat, beef, jerked wings, fish ---etc. They have a variety of stews --- oxtail, cows feet, peas, chicken, whatever. They do a range of curried dishes too - and fried chicken or barbecued ribs. The plates come with plantains and dirty rice--- sometimes a vegetable side. There are veggie plates as well. I love the salt cod with a unique Jamaican vegetable/fruit I forget the name of. --- There are soups -and a range of drinks that will crack you up - stuff like the "Bedroom Bully" -which I have never tried out of fear for my wife's well being. Donna Davis and Sonia Satchel run the place. Donna's husband Delroy does a lot of the cooking. While the place rocks to the latest Jamaican reggae music on the box -and favorite Jamaican videos are up on the tube over the small dinning area.
This is one of my favorite lunch places when I'm up at First Parish working on the 150-ft tower. That jerk goat gets my blood flowing. If you are into authentic Jamaican -this is a little unpretentious place to satisfy the urge to merge with jerk or anything else this island culture has to offer.
If you come for lunch drop by the First Parish and ask for Tord. I'll take you on a tour -the congregation dates to 1630 -and while people call us "Eating House Hill", our church suppers do not compare to what the Irie can do with simple food.