Seldom have I reviewed a restaurant whose name I am unsure of. No Leftovers is the exception to the rule. From the outside there is no name signaling you have arrived at your destination. There is only a hand-painted Jamaican flag as well as a large painted sign saying “Jerk Chicken” and “Jerk Pork.” People call this place “the Jamaican restaurant that is where Swanky Franks once was” or “That new jerk pork place,” but if you Google “No Leftovers,” up pops their website and this is indeed the place you are looking for.
I love jerk pork and jerk chicken and I love Jamaican meat pies and fried ripe plantains. I also love Reggae music, which comes on the loudspeaker as soon as No Leftovers opens their front door. Jimmy Cliff and Toots and the Maytals were blasting from a speaker placed outside. The music was so loud you could hear from the patio at the far end of the restaurant. I usually hate loud music in restaurants, but I will make an exception here. I dare you to eat a plate of jerk pork at No Leftovers and not groove along with the beat, mon.