Late nights on Georgia Avenue had a rhythm:

Pull over at Sweet Mango Café, grab a foil-wrapped half jerk chicken with hard dough bread, and try not to tear into it before the light turned green. The smoky heat, rich with Scotch bonnet, allspice, and thyme, made resistance futile—a taste of Jamaica that hit like a childhood memory.
For DC’s Caribbean community and anyone in the know, Sweet Mango wasn’t just takeout. It was comfort. It was home. That first bite—tender, fire-kissed, unforgettable—could transport you, no passport needed.

The flavor of Sweet Mango lingers. Where do you go when you crave that same spark? Tell us your favorite spots for a Caribbean fix and help keep the flame alive…