JERK DREAMIN'

i had a vivid dream this morning that i was on the hunt for jamaican food with my friend paul (i assume we were in or around toronto). we were looking for some fabled "best jerk chicken spot" deep in the bowels of a dark suburban shopping mall. when we finally found it, the line up of people and the smells of curry and spice wafting from the back signaled that we had indeed found something special. it was one of those dreams where you can never quite get what you want or get where you're trying to go, so in waiting and ordering and waiting some more, the chicken was always just out of reach. at one point a man came out from the back with a huge tray of fresh fried "johnny cakes", which were snatched up in a frenzy by all the people waiting. i have no idea if they were really johnny cakes or what they were, but they looked like large flat donuts with some sort of intoxicating curry gravy oozing out. i woke up soon after, never having tasted my dream chicken. now i have a hunger- nay, LUST- for jamaican spice with no other option but to try and make it myself. i'm venturing off into new kitchen territory here folks, wish me luck!