Have you tried everything in Kingston?

Make the pilgrimage to Sweetwood Jerk Joint where the Sunday special is slow-cooked until it falls off the bone.

Point at the steam tray, skip the menu, and eat a flaky spiced-meat patty standing up like everyone else.

A thick stout-condensed-milk-nutmeg blend locals swear is an energy boost and an acquired taste at once.

Skip 'good morning' before a question and Kingstonians will clock you as rude before you've said another word.

JMD 500 gets you into a real roots reggae sound system session on the hills above the city.

Locals jog and stretch through 200 acres before the concrete-jungle heat kicks in.

It means Jamaica and home at once - ask someone their yard and you'll get a neighborhood, not an address.

Football team, sound system, or neighborhood pride - Kingstonians love proving superiority through skill, not anger.

Locals guide you through the birthplace of reggae, explaining the music's origins street by street.

Plastic chairs in the sand, fish fried while you wait, Red Stripe and loud car speakers until sunset.

Business stops citywide when the West Indies play - go for the crowd as much as the cricket.