Seriously... We're in Cayman. Walk through George Town hungry for home-cooked food and something strange happens. You can find Jamaican food. Thank God. Stew chicken. Curry goat. Oxtail. Escovitch. Rice and peas. Patties. Soup. There are Jamaican restaurants feeding people affordably every single day. But suppose I want Cayman food. Cayman-style beef. Conch. Fish cooked the way somebody's grandmother made it. Heavy cake. Something that tastes unmistakably like here. Why, in