My hands are covered in sticky jerk sauce, pulling apart a whole lobster at the Truck Stop Grill & Bar in Kingston, Jamaica. Even though I probably could have devoured one by myself, I was sharing it with my Jamaican-born friend, Gabe. He stops mid-bite and says, “This isn’t proper…
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This story appears in the print issue of June 2019.
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