Bobbie Que's Ribs, Chicken and Jamaican — Restaurant in West Bloomfield Township

A friend told me today about this new restaurant in the area, and I was excited to try it out. After looking up the menu online, I placed an order for two oxtail dinners—mine with plantains and mustard greens, and the other with rice and beans and mac and cheese. I also ordered some spicy beef patties. According to the menu, each dinner was supposed to include jalapeño cornbread as well. I sent my son to pick up the food, and after he arrived, the young man at the counter informed him they had run out of plantains (this was at 5 PM, for reference) and suggested I pick another side. Knowing my son doesn’t like dealing with these kinds of situations, I wondered why they didn't tell me about the shortage when I placed the order, especially since the food was ready in just 15 minutes. I settled for rice and beans instead.

When my son got home with the food, I noticed my plate had rice and oxtails, along with a side of rice and beans. Now, what am I supposed to do with all that rice along with a side of rice and beans? If the meal already came with rice, someone should’ve mentioned it when I was asked to choose a different side, so I wouldn’t end up with an excess of rice and barely any beans. Then, I realized my spicy beef patties were missing from the bag. My son didn’t notice, so I called the restaurant to let them know. The employee confirmed the patties were still there and offered either a refund or for me to come back and pick them up. I told him I wanted the patties and asked if they were going to offer anything for the inconvenience, considering I’d already had to substitute the plantains I wanted. The response? “No, we already replaced your plantains with rice and beans, so you can come get your patties or take a refund.” Really?!

I said okay, knowing I’d be writing a review. After my son left to pick up the patties, I realized the cornbread that, according to the menu, was supposed to come with each meal was also missing. My son asked about it when he got to the restaurant, and the young man replied, “Oh, it wasn’t out of the oven yet.” So I guess if we just forgot about it, then they would too. smh. Unacceptable.

While the oxtails were good (I’d rate them 8/10), everything else was disappointing and doesn’t even deserve a rating. I was genuinely excited to support this new restaurant, especially since they serve one of my favorite dishes, but sadly, I won’t be returning.

Unfortunately, I didn't bother to read the reviews before placing my order, and after what other patrons have rated their experience, I don't understand why they have chosen not to improve on the quality of their food and their...

Yo… hands down the best Jamaican food I’ve had — and I’ve tried a lot.

I don’t even know where to start because everything slapped, but let’s talk about that jerk chicken. Straight-up fire. Perfectly charred on the outside, juicy and tender on the inside, and that spice? Chef’s kiss. It hits you with a slow burn — not just heat for the sake of heat — but layers of smoky, herby flavor that just build. You can tell it’s been marinated for real, not just tossed in some sauce last minute like other places do. This was bold, rich, and addictive. I was picking at the bones, no shame.

Now the collard greens? I wasn’t even ready. These weren’t just tossed in a pot and called it a day — they were simmered low and slow with love. Tender without being mushy, and that broth had depth. Smoky, a little tangy, maybe a hint of vinegar or some kind of secret seasoning I couldn’t place — whatever it is, they nailed it. Most places serve them like a side afterthought — here, they were a main character.

Then came the baked beans with pineapple — and let me tell you, I wasn’t expecting to be blown away. But damn. Sweet, smoky, and that pineapple? That was genius. It wasn’t just tossed on top for flair — it was cooked into the beans, caramelized, almost like candied chunks that added this tropical punch to every bite. Sweet and savory in perfect balance. Like BBQ beans took a vacation in Montego Bay and came back brand new.

I’ve eaten at a lot of Caribbean spots, but this one just hits different. It’s soulful, it’s bold, it’s got that real home-cooked energy but with serious chef-level execution. If you’re tired of dry jerk chicken and bland sides from other places, come here. This...

I recently moved to the Detroit Metro from the East Coast and was pleasantly surprised to find a Jamaican restaurant just minutes from my home. As someone of Jamaican heritage, I thought I had discovered a hidden gem right in my backyard.

However, after multiple visits to Bobbie Q’s, I can confidently say I won’t be going back.

On my first trip, I ordered a traditional Jamaican beef patty, only to be disappointed after waiting 15 minutes for a soggy, shapeless patty. Traditionally, beef patties should be firm, with a crisp, buttery crust, but this one completely missed the mark.

After seeing several local Instagram food influencers rave about Bobbie Q’s, I decided to give it another shot. This time, I ordered jerk chicken, rice and peas, cabbage, plantains, and double-crust cobbler via Uber Eats.

Unfortunately, my order arrived missing the cobbler, which was already frustrating given the price. The jerk chicken lacked the bold, smoky spice of authentic Jamaican jerk—it had a pasty, tomato-like rub that didn’t resemble traditional jerk seasoning. The rice and peas were undercooked. The only saving grace? The cabbage and plantains, which were decent.

I genuinely love supporting Jamaican businesses, but unfortunately, Bobbie Q’s fell short. Thankfully, there are far better options in the Detroit Metro for authentic Jamaican cuisine, and I’ll be...