Fan the Flame

I can't stop thinking about my lunch/dinner/lunch-again-tomorrow-if-I-can-resist-eating-it-for-breakfast. I am very seriously contemplating going back again tomorrow. I know exactly what I'll order:

Medium curried goat with rice and beans. And a side of jerk wings. As someone who once loved lamb but now eats it cautiously thanks to 30 straight days of lamb in Chinar (maybe not every day, but at least 3 times a week), it's got to be a fine dish to warrant a 48-hour craving from me.

I'd gone to Flames II a few times before, but was usually too busy shoving a patty with cocoa bread in my mouth to consider much else. Something clicked today. Maybe it was the hunger. Maybe it was the company. Maybe I was finally smart enough to show up at lunch and not dinner (pretty sure lunch and dinner are cooked at the same time). But my goat was melty and rich, the rice and beans redolent with coconut milk, and the jerk wings both tender and just too-spicy enough to hook you in, numb your mouth, and make you go back to the rice and goat until the process repeats again. Jo, Faith, and I could not stop talking about our lunch. Then Jesse heard that we'd went there and we talked about the goat again for ten minutes. Then I went home and ate it again.