Poor Boys

Walk into Poor Boys and you're stepping into something genuinely different from the usual Kingston high street fare. This is Louisiana transplanted into a Wadbrook Street unit, where the kitchen takes its brief seriously: thick-cut sandwiches soaked in spicy gravy, seafood gumbo that sticks to your ribs, and beignets dusted with icing sugar. The place operates with controlled chaos—a queue snaking through the Griffin Centre is practically a badge of honour. You're eating food that's been done properly, not faffed about with London trends. Order at the counter, find a spot among the packed-in tables, and settle in for something genuinely craveable.