Due to a dispute with the
management of Irish Farmer's Markets,[ he demanded
payment (70 euro ) for the week which I did'nt attend]
I will not be attending Harcourt Street Market any more.
Thank you all for your custom, your generous comments
and your banter. We had fun, didn't we ?
Ronnie has left the building. xx
Monday, March 28, 2011
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
ChickenShack Combination Platter
Combination Platter.
Well Folks, after trials and errors and from listening to
our customers, we seem to have arrived at our signature dish.
It is Reggae Potatoes, Caribbean Rice and Jerk Chicken on a
bed of Lettuce and topped with a Fruity Salsa, all for a fiver.
It's so reasonably priced that Politicians have been known to
pay for it out of their own pockets !
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Caribbean Cuisine Events
Having a Party ? Why not organize a Caribbean Party and give them something to remember.
All Engagements, 21st.s, and Post-Wedding Parties catered for.
Send for the “ ChickenShack”
Happy Partygoers enjoying a ChickenShack Event
For as little as 8 Euro each we can cater for your Caribbean Night for all events of 50 or more .
We can also organize Korean ,Spanish and Indian Theme Parties or have your own mini-festival
Of world foods. ‘Phone 0861609486
Check us out at http://jamaicanchickenshack.blogspot.com or caribbeanevents1@yahoo.co.uk
Having a Party ? Why not organize a Caribbean Party and give them something to remember.
All Engagements, 21st.s, and Post-Wedding Parties catered for.
Send for the “ ChickenShack”
Happy Partygoers enjoying a ChickenShack Event
For as little as 8 Euro each we can cater for your Caribbean Night for all events of 50 or more .
We can also organize Korean ,Spanish and Indian Theme Parties or have your own mini-festival
Of world foods. ‘Phone 0861609486
Check us out at http://jamaicanchickenshack.blogspot.com or caribbeanevents1@yahoo.co.uk
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Genesis
Customers often ask us where our love affair with Caribbean
food began, given that our appearance does not fit in with
most people's idea of how purveyors of Caribbean Cuisine
should appear. In our time we have spread many amusing and
romantic anecdotes about how it all started but the truth is
neither amusing nor romantic but rather dark and unsavory.
I first laid my sorry eyes on Zac in the kitchens of Brixton
Prison where he was Head Chef, serving out a Three year
term for Polygamy ( Three Eastern Europeans, one Asian
Ladyboy and ,unfortunately for him, one lady member of
Her Majesty's Constabulary.)
I was doing a "Five " for Aggravated Food Poisoning
( Purely a Technicality ) and was promptly put to work,
quite ironically I felt, in the Prison Kitchen.
I probably should explain myself here and what happened was
that this was England during the last big Recession in the
Eighties. My then Girlfriend decided to take another Woman
as a lover and although I had no problem with this, I did
have a little problem with not being permitted any kind
of participation in their fun or even a chance to
watch their frolics ( I even offered to let them tie me to
a chair if they let me watch ).
One Morning in a fit of Pique following a particularly
noisy and boisterous bout of lovemaking from the next
Bedroom, I doctered their Breakfast with a cocktail of
Extasy,Viagra and Anti-Depressants and headed off to the
Cheltenham Races for a few days. What happened next made
all the sordid little Sunday Red-tops and became the
basis for a late night Channel 4 Drama as well.
Didn't a nosy oul' Bitch of a neighbour get concerned
when she couldn't raise an answer on complaining about
the noise from the T.V. and called the Police. On breaking
down the door, the two ladies were discovered, semi-comatose,
in a numerical love position ( you know the one that's less
than Seventy and more than Sixty eight ).Well the excrement
hit the fan and when the ladies in question failed to
explain the presence of the aforementioned Chemicals in
their systems, the finger was quickly pointed at yours
truly. I was released on appeal after three months when
my then ex-girlfriend wrote to me in prison requesting my
recipe for the Love-Potion.
To be continued
food began, given that our appearance does not fit in with
most people's idea of how purveyors of Caribbean Cuisine
should appear. In our time we have spread many amusing and
romantic anecdotes about how it all started but the truth is
neither amusing nor romantic but rather dark and unsavory.
I first laid my sorry eyes on Zac in the kitchens of Brixton
Prison where he was Head Chef, serving out a Three year
term for Polygamy ( Three Eastern Europeans, one Asian
Ladyboy and ,unfortunately for him, one lady member of
Her Majesty's Constabulary.)
I was doing a "Five " for Aggravated Food Poisoning
( Purely a Technicality ) and was promptly put to work,
quite ironically I felt, in the Prison Kitchen.
I probably should explain myself here and what happened was
that this was England during the last big Recession in the
Eighties. My then Girlfriend decided to take another Woman
as a lover and although I had no problem with this, I did
have a little problem with not being permitted any kind
of participation in their fun or even a chance to
watch their frolics ( I even offered to let them tie me to
a chair if they let me watch ).
One Morning in a fit of Pique following a particularly
noisy and boisterous bout of lovemaking from the next
Bedroom, I doctered their Breakfast with a cocktail of
Extasy,Viagra and Anti-Depressants and headed off to the
Cheltenham Races for a few days. What happened next made
all the sordid little Sunday Red-tops and became the
basis for a late night Channel 4 Drama as well.
Didn't a nosy oul' Bitch of a neighbour get concerned
when she couldn't raise an answer on complaining about
the noise from the T.V. and called the Police. On breaking
down the door, the two ladies were discovered, semi-comatose,
in a numerical love position ( you know the one that's less
than Seventy and more than Sixty eight ).Well the excrement
hit the fan and when the ladies in question failed to
explain the presence of the aforementioned Chemicals in
their systems, the finger was quickly pointed at yours
truly. I was released on appeal after three months when
my then ex-girlfriend wrote to me in prison requesting my
recipe for the Love-Potion.
To be continued
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Bill Of Fare
King Prawns in Olive Oil and Garlic, medium and hot spicy ( it's up to you )
Calypso Gammon on a Wholemeal Bap with Lettuce and Tomato
covered with a fruity Salsa. B.L.T. with attitude.
Caribbean Rice (V) Rice with Peas and Beans simmered in Coconut Cream.
Suitable for Vegetarians.
Reggae Potatoes.(V) Baby Potatoes simmered in Olive Oil with
Garlic, Onions, Peppers and Corriander.
Suitable for Vegetarians.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
The Story so Far......................
Well, we finally got the show on the road and have put in three
appearances, twice at Tallaght and then at the " Monaghan Harvest
Blues Festival ".
I had decided to have a go at selling food at Markets around this
time last year and like the Gobshite that I am thought that all I'd
need was a bit oul' canvas and a gas-ring covered with a lump of
metal for frying upon, as long as I was mindful of the Health Reg-
ulations, which I am, having been in the food business all my
working life.
The newest Health laws are called H.A.C.C.P.( Hazard Analysis
Critical Crisis Point )and are mostly a very commonsense
approach to food handling,and traceability is a real biggy
with them.Since that big food-poisoning in Scotland a few
years ago,( Pork Pies, I think it was ) a food-vender is
obliged to keep scrupulous records of food purchased,
including delivery dates, origin of product and the
Temperature of the food at time of delivery, and it's
condition. Really it's just to cover their own Arses, but as
I was saying it's all common sense and in all honesty it's
almost impossible to give somebody food-poisoning accidently
anymore, you'd practically have to do it on purpose.
Incidently, did you know that H.A.C.C.P. is yet another
by-product of the N.A.S.A. Space Programme, along with Velcro,
upside-down writing biros and the other cool stuff we now
use in everyday life, being designed to keep food safe aboard
the Space-Lab., not a lot of people know that.
Our Jerk Chicken served on a Wholewheat Bap with Lettuce and Tomato
The Authentic ChickenShack appearing live at the " Monaghan
Harvest Blues Festival " Sept. 4th.- 6th. 2009.
Having to start somewhere, I decided the first thing I needed was a
Gazebo, simple enough you might think, and so did I.I bid and "won"
a pop-up 3m x 4 1/2 m Gazebo on e-bay last Autumn for £210 and it
arrived a week later........ and so did the wind.The fuckin' thing
wasn't up 2 hours when a hurricane of wind, well a force 8 anyway
came calling and made absolute shite of it. Between the torn canvas
and the twisted and warped metal, it was like something you'd see
on the left-Bank after an Israeli " retaliation".
I bought another one in Woody's a week before we started, having
decided the original was beyond salvation, and it's fine and
reasonably strong, only problem is that it has to be screwed to-
gether every time we use it and that takes nearly an hour to erect
while the other Traders erect their pop-up Professional Gazebos in
minutes.Still, we've no choice but to persevere with our present
tent until the oul' financials improve.
See_______ You'd think it grew there.
Next we needed some kind of hygene solution and something on which
to cook.With space and weight at a premium we quickly decided against
a sink unit and decided to go for an insulated hand-washing unit that
needs no power,keeps water hot for up to 5 hours with one fill
providing about 10 hand rinses.It's a mickey-mouse piece of plastic
that a child could design but it looks the part and covers us with
the Health Board.
By this stage I had brought my oul' mate, Zac,on board.Zac and I
go back a long way and believe me there is a book waiting to be
written about our exploits, albeit an x-rated one. Luckily for
all concerned we can't remember most of the details,
but you'd never know..........
To be continued.
appearances, twice at Tallaght and then at the " Monaghan Harvest
Blues Festival ".
I had decided to have a go at selling food at Markets around this
time last year and like the Gobshite that I am thought that all I'd
need was a bit oul' canvas and a gas-ring covered with a lump of
metal for frying upon, as long as I was mindful of the Health Reg-
ulations, which I am, having been in the food business all my
working life.
The newest Health laws are called H.A.C.C.P.( Hazard Analysis
Critical Crisis Point )and are mostly a very commonsense
approach to food handling,and traceability is a real biggy
with them.Since that big food-poisoning in Scotland a few
years ago,( Pork Pies, I think it was ) a food-vender is
obliged to keep scrupulous records of food purchased,
including delivery dates, origin of product and the
Temperature of the food at time of delivery, and it's
condition. Really it's just to cover their own Arses, but as
I was saying it's all common sense and in all honesty it's
almost impossible to give somebody food-poisoning accidently
anymore, you'd practically have to do it on purpose.
Incidently, did you know that H.A.C.C.P. is yet another
by-product of the N.A.S.A. Space Programme, along with Velcro,
upside-down writing biros and the other cool stuff we now
use in everyday life, being designed to keep food safe aboard
the Space-Lab., not a lot of people know that.
Our Jerk Chicken served on a Wholewheat Bap with Lettuce and Tomato
The Authentic ChickenShack appearing live at the " Monaghan
Harvest Blues Festival " Sept. 4th.- 6th. 2009.
Having to start somewhere, I decided the first thing I needed was a
Gazebo, simple enough you might think, and so did I.I bid and "won"
a pop-up 3m x 4 1/2 m Gazebo on e-bay last Autumn for £210 and it
arrived a week later........ and so did the wind.The fuckin' thing
wasn't up 2 hours when a hurricane of wind, well a force 8 anyway
came calling and made absolute shite of it. Between the torn canvas
and the twisted and warped metal, it was like something you'd see
on the left-Bank after an Israeli " retaliation".
I bought another one in Woody's a week before we started, having
decided the original was beyond salvation, and it's fine and
reasonably strong, only problem is that it has to be screwed to-
gether every time we use it and that takes nearly an hour to erect
while the other Traders erect their pop-up Professional Gazebos in
minutes.Still, we've no choice but to persevere with our present
tent until the oul' financials improve.
See_______ You'd think it grew there.
Next we needed some kind of hygene solution and something on which
to cook.With space and weight at a premium we quickly decided against
a sink unit and decided to go for an insulated hand-washing unit that
needs no power,keeps water hot for up to 5 hours with one fill
providing about 10 hand rinses.It's a mickey-mouse piece of plastic
that a child could design but it looks the part and covers us with
the Health Board.
By this stage I had brought my oul' mate, Zac,on board.Zac and I
go back a long way and believe me there is a book waiting to be
written about our exploits, albeit an x-rated one. Luckily for
all concerned we can't remember most of the details,
but you'd never know..........
To be continued.
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