A Lunch So Good I Committed a Culinary Crime

Let me ask you something: have you ever planned to eat a meal in peace, only to end up blacking out in your car, face deep in sauce, rethinking your entire relationship with food? No? Then clearly, you haven’t tried J Blakx Jerk BBQ.

I had plans. REAL plans. The kind of adult, responsible ones where lunch sits pretty on your desk while you catch up on emails. But the moment that first bite touched my tongue, I forgot who I was. Logic? Gone. Discipline? Evaporated. All that remained was me, a napkin, and a destiny.

I parked in Pasea like I was running errands. Instead, I caught the Holy Ghost in the front seat of my car. Reclinable pew. Chicken communion. Worship session activated. I didn’t just eat. I testified.

The Jerk Chicken That Ministered to My Spirit

Now let’s talk about this chicken. No—let’s talk about this ordination ceremony in a takeout box. J Blakx didn’t just cook. He ministered. This jerk chicken is seasoned to the bone marrow—rosemary-infused, smoke-kissed, crusted with just the right spice level to make your lips tingle without screaming for water.

Every bite was a benediction. I don’t know if it was jerk chicken or a direct line to the throne room, but I do know I was three bites away from speaking in tongues.

And THE SAUCE??!!

Let me break this down real clear: whoever came up with that creamy white sauce didn’t just make a condiment—they created a culinary love letter. That sauce is smooth, bold, tangy, and perfectly cut through the heat of the jerk like David slicing through Goliath—except sweeter, saucier, and with better seasoning.

I Have No Evidence Because I Nyammed It All

You wanted a picture? Sorry. That chicken didn’t stand a chance. I ate the plate, the fork, the napkin—possibly the receipt. CSI couldn’t reconstruct this crime scene if they tried.

So, this post is your evidence. This post is your warning.

Because if you value discipline, don’t order J Blakx on your lunch break. If you value flavor, blessings, and life-changing chicken? Run, don’t walk.

What You Need to Know

Location: RTW Pasea, Tortola, BVI
Dish: Jerk Chicken with that heavenly white sauce
Vibe: Soul-cleansing. Taste bud baptizing. Spirit-lifting.

Whether you’re a local or tourist looking for the best jerk chicken in Tortola, J Blakx Jerk BBQ needs to be on your list. This isn’t just street food. It’s a full-blown encounter.

Final Fork Drop

I didn’t review this meal. I experienced it. I survived it.

Holy Fork That's Good