Junction876

Caribbean Cuisine Shines with Exceptional Hospitality

Ah, Junction 876, where the rhythm of reggae meets an all-day culinary beach jam just south of London's concrete hustle. If you've ever wondered how steel drums might translate onto a plate, this little Caribbean corral tucked in Forest Hill has you covered—think oxtail that's braised until it hums along harmoniously with thyme-infused gravy, salty enough to dance alongside rice and peas boasting whispers of coconut. Walking through those doors, I surrendered to the warm embrace of sumptuous aromas wafting through the air, each promising a kitchen that venerates homey traditions while tweaking the notions of mind-blowingly flavorful food typically reserved for far sunnier shores.

Blyth greeted us like old friends reuniting in paradise, her warmth rushing over us faster than the welcoming rum punches she conjured. Entrees pushed the versatility of dishes like curry goat paired with sweet plantains, their spices cutting through conversations like crisp palm fronds. The community of flavor was only outmatched by the community seated around us—strangers swapping stories over piña colada-laden laughter, adding yet another layer to this flavorful symphony. For those leery of landlocked cabanas promising ocean delicacies, rest assured: authenticity courses through every dish, every poured cocktail, each note of rare groove echoing through the space. At £22 with belly-busting portions and intoxicating hospitality, you're not simply buying dinner—you’re given an experience unheard of in colder climes. Junction 876 is a culinary passport worthy of many return trips. — Clarissa Cuisinier