Story

The idea for Taste of the Caribbean SLC didn’t come from a business plan—it came from a feeling. A longing for home, for culture, for the kind of food that tells a story with every bite. Growing up in a Caribbean household, food was never just about eating. It was about gathering, celebrating, healing, and remembering. The smell of jerk chicken on the grill meant it was Sunday, and family would be coming over. The slow simmer of oxtail stew was a reminder of patience and tradition. Festival and fried plantains weren’t just sides; they were the sweet reward at the end of a long week. But in Salt Lake City, finding authentic Caribbean flavors was nearly impossible. The restaurants that existed were few and far between, and none truly captured the depth of flavors passed down for generations. It wasn’t just about missing the food—it was about missing the feeling that came with it. That’s when the idea sparked: If the taste of home wasn’t here, we’d bring it. A food truck made sense. It wasn’t just a business; it was a way to bring Caribbean culture to the streets, to share the flavors of home with people who had never experienced them before. The mission was simple—serve food that felt like a warm hug from the islands. It wasn’t easy. Getting the truck ready, perfecting the menu, sourcing the right spices—it all took time. But the first time someone took a bite of the jerk chicken, closed their eyes, and said, “This takes me back,” we knew it was all worth it. Taste of the Caribbean SLC isn’t just a food truck. It’s a piece of the islands, a reminder that no matter how far you go, home can always find you—one plate at a time.