But don't worry. In between the Red Stripe Lights (which are handed to you upon landing) and Spiny Lobster Tails and Red Snapper Sandwiches served on the beach, I'm taking notes. And I mean that. Or at least mental notes. And photographic ones, for sure. Because there's something to be said about Jamaican cuisine beyond the Jerk Chicken and Rum and Rasta-lifestyle. Or, at least, I think there is.
A few teasers to keep you 'round. I'll be back soon. No worries, mon.