Hey man … do you know where I can get some of that dirty rice?  That stick-iky Jamaican jerk sauce?  Queue up Dave Chappelle's voice inside our head … "Right near da the beach! OYEEEE!!!!"  Because just a cool, salty breeze away from the ocean in Santa Monica sits the pseudo-shack, nay … pseudo-sanctuary, dishing up bright, flavorful, Caribbean GRUB!  Thanks to our buddy Hanan B. we were drawn back to one of our favorite west-side GRUB-spots.  And let's start where it probably all started … the Jamaican jerk sauce.  The sweet-spicy-pineapple-mango sauce that flat out makes our mouth overflow with excitement.  Hey Costanza, The Jamaican jerk store called … and they're running out of you! … but don't worry, they've got plenty of tangy goodness.  We don't care if your using it to smother their unbelievable jerk chicken enchiladas, using it to dip your gooey spinach quesadilla, or hell, using it to give your baby a bath … this stuff is amazing.  And it just pairs up perfectly with the whole vibe of this place.  It's a vacation down south, where the water is warm, and the dirty rice, black beans, and sweet fried plantains are a flown'.  Add to it some unique Jamaican sodas … go for the pineapple … sure it's a neon yellow, but we're pretty sure Ecto Cooler was too… and are you calling Slimer a bad judge of taste!?  So head on down to the sandy shores, grab a table in their crunchy-groove outdoor seating area, and dive into a flavor bonanza.  And remember, it takes two to tango, but it takes Cha Cha Chicken to GRUB … or something like that.