Let’s just start here: some people splurge on diamonds. I splurge on dishes. The glossier the glaze, the bolder the bite, the more likely I am to drop serious cash—and come home to write about it. Why? Because food isn’t just a craving—it’s a calling. And baby, this blog is my altar.

Welcome to Holy Fork Reviews, where every meal is a sermon, and every bite has a backstory. Where food isn’t just tasted—it’s testified. The kind of storytelling that makes your stomach growl, your eyes roll back, and your spirit whisper, “Amen.”

My “Holy Fork” moment? It hit when I finally had the freedom (and the coins) to explore the BVI’s food scene like the anointed foodie I am. I’d been hearing the whispers—“I’m tired of the food here”—but I had questions. Tired of what, exactly? Because if you only eat where your cousin’s baby father told you to go in 2012, you’re not tired—you’re just uninspired.

Truth is, this island has flavor. It’s just hiding behind menus folks never bother to flip past page two.

Now, full transparency: my love affair with food started long before the BVI. I was raised in Jamaica—a place I will unapologetically declare the culinary capital of the Caribbean (fight me with a fork, not your feelings). From Sunday dinners that deserved standing ovations to street food so good it needed a praise team, my roots are drenched in flavor.

Even though my passport hasn’t been everywhere, my palate has. Friends from around the world have introduced me to their cultures, one plate at a time. That’s where the magic began.

I’ve always been a writer. Won some essay contests. Started a mental health blog back in the day. But when I posted a few food reviews in Facebook groups and saw the BVI show out in the comments? That’s when I knew—this wasn’t just dinner. This was destiny.

What you’ll get here is a mix of holy honesty, bold wit, and Solomon-level wisdom. While everyone else is uploading shaky videos of their plates, I’m here painting pictures with words that make you say, “Where is this place and do they deliver?”

Expect restaurant reviews with flavor and flair. Chef shoutouts. Deep-dish breakdowns of local gems. And reflections that hit deeper than a bowl of oxtail on a Sunday.

This space is for the food-curious, the flavor-hungry, the tourist who wants to eat like a local, and the local who’s tired of eating like they don’t know better.

And if something I write makes you laugh, crave, or pull out your phone to make a reservation—do me a favor. Let me know. Drop a comment, send a message, or tell me where I should show up fork-first next.

I know you’re out there. I feel you reading. And trust me—I saved you a seat.

Because when it comes to flavor in the BVI? We’ve only just started cookin’.

Holy Fork, That’s Good.