At Kensington’s slice of Kingston, Rastafarians and trustafarians (designer reggae devotees) rub dreadlocked-draped shoulders. Though pictures of His Bobness hang on the faux wood–panelled walls (alongside faded beer ads and Jamaican beach scenes), this is really a temple for hard-core reggae disciples. Inside the dark space, crews of local DJs (such as DJ Jawbone of 89.9 FM fame) spin remixed Ernest Ranglin grooves, jungle beats and dub so heavy your organs will shake. The bevy of beers includes tastes of the islands, like imported Red Stripe stubbies. Grooves spill out onto the back patio, where a pungent mix of sweaty bodies and sacred herbs hangs in the night air. Cover is usually $5 on Friday and Saturday but can be more depending on the event.