Just under three years ago, I sat in this same room and wrote that Otis personified the style and charm of old Kingston. Dining here felt a little like dining in an old bank with Sean Connery and Colin Farrell. Dark timber walls, bevelled mirrors, ambient lighting, Sinatra late in the evening. Pepper steak, crème caramel, and a quiet confidence that you knew exactly what you were going to get.
Tonight, much of that is still true. The room is still beautiful. The pepper steak is still on the menu. The crème caramel is still on the menu. But the ownership has changed.
