Listening to an Elton John greatest hits CD, the song "Island Girl" combined with lunchtime hunger led me to Island Delight, a lunch eatery nestled in a strip mall across the street from a trailer park on Air Base Boulevard, a stone's throw away from the Day Street gate at Maxwell AFB and the log trucks and commuters of Bell Street. It is an undreamy part of town, but this eatery is doing the best with what's it's got.
Island Dreams does not have a TV, and judging by the bars on the windows, it would not be wise for the place to get one. Why give potential thieves the temptation?
Located in an industrial-urban blight area of west Montgomery, the restaurant doesn't have much of a view, with tractor-trailers barreling past on the boulevard. The joint shares a strip mall with a check-cashing place and a laundromat, and it doesn't have much in the way of parking.
The interior decor is kind of rough-hewn and cheap, with fake banana trees, posters and the yellow and green paint job giving the eatery a low-rent feel. A sign pointing to the cashier tells the guests, "Pay Eddie Here." When I asked who Eddie is, the ladies behind the counter told me the sign was left over from previous tenants. Though Eddie has long since fled, the "Pay Here" sentiment remains, with whoever is stationed at the register the designated Eddie. Diners go to the front, order their meal, and pay. Since the place is pretty reasonably priced, lunch-goers don't have to pay Eddie much. For about $8, I got enough food for two meals.
The snooty Montgomery-ites, the movers and shakers sipping $9 drinks while extolling the virtues of golf courses and briefs, are not likely to find their way out here to this dive. It's just as well. Island Dreams does plenty well without them. Being that it's a lunch place, the martini-drinkers would be hard pressed to find anything stronger than ginger beer, which is a yum-yummy, office-approved soda among their collection of hard-to-find imported sodas.
Island Dreams has cornered the market in the neglected local Caribbean food category, providing palatable dishes of plenty at a reasonable price. It also seems to specialize in takeout, from what I've seen, so there are plenty of seats available for those not afraid lunching in a working-class atmosphere.
I tend to gravitate toward the jerk chicken, and even a small portion is more than enough for me, with two sides, rice and ginger beer and a dipping sauce from the chicken. The meat is flavorful, but the spices won't blow you away. Probably the least impressive part of the meat and three is the rice mixed with pinto beans, but the spice intolerant may find the rice to serve as an excellent palate cleanser. There's nothing wrong with the rice; it just isn't special. I also had a potato salad, which is white, mayo-based, not mustard-based the way Southern potato salads tend to be. It's a nice, respectable potato salad.
They serve plantains, ox tongue (if I remember correctly), curry chicken and other island goodies. Daily specials are written on a white-erase board. To really do a better review of this restaurant, I need to try more than the jerk chicken. I just can't seem to deviate from it here, because I don't eat out frequently, particularly at lunch, so when I do, I tend to stick with my old favorites. So you are stuck with a limited lunch POV.