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5.0 Stars

the owner of this restaurant is a notorious madman who came up with the name when he woke up on a desert island in the south carribean surrounded by empties of red stripe (this is all true). it has no sign but look for the giant forks. this joint has an open kitchen and a sexy waitstaff and is packed to the brim every night of the week. the noise level is sometimes so loud that you have to yell at the person next to you, but i mean, that's what i'm looking for in a restaurant. let me talk about the food. come on tuesday for the famous BRISKET NIGHT. wednesday and thursday are college kids, friday through sunday there's lots of mafia-types merrily slurping down spaghetti and bottles of chianti like they didn't just kill somebody.

On Fri Jun 12, 2009 | Back to Red Stripe