If the jerk chicken is a home run, it's an inside-the-parker, achieving the same delicious end, but not quite as majestic and overpowering as it could be. These jerk wings were the best in flavor I've had in Chicago, but fell off the bone somewhat too easily, and were slightly undersalted even with the provided dipping sauces. They missed umami by just the bounce of a ground-rule double or a misplayed brick-wall triple allowing the runner to stretch the extra 90 feet.

The jerk rib tips, though, are an unqualified grand slam. Only available on Tuesdays (and some weekends, according to the staff), they were heartbreakingly perfectly smoked, had wonderful bark (nothing particularly Jamaican, just dead-on Southern style), and were chopped up with a level of care and accuracy I've only seen under the hand of Mack Sevier at Uncle John's. Half of the pieces were boneless and totally gristle-less, and the other half tore off the bone in neat, chewy, lovely pieces. This was in stark contrast to the Barbara Ann tips I had last week, which were equally delicious, but a big fight to get off the sauropod-sized bones and chunks.

The tips were nestled in a bed of sweet-hot beans and rice with peppers and little pockets of brown sugar jerk rub, and came with an excellent cole slaw and a slice of Jamaican bread, which is a denser, sweeter white, not quite to King's Hawaiian, but halfway there, and which tasted quite fresh-baked.

This was an absolutely delightful meal for about $10 (tips, wings, and sides). All of their prices have gone up by about a buck from what was posted upthread (the "Holla" is now $5.95), but are still running under the going rate at other citycue spots.
My only criticism of the place, which could actually also be a strength to some, is that the individual dishes come across with a studied, lean edge. All of the rich spices in the rub and the hot jerk sauce (served on the side) are obviously fresh and shine through with brilliant evenness, but I prefer a little bit of sloppiness with the salt and sugar so that there is variation in sweet and sour across different pieces. The thin mild sauce is very light and relatively bland. The fine chop and even bark of the tips are commendably consistent, though the pieces have remarkably little fat, as with the smoked and then moist-stewed chicken. Having eaten jerk on the beach and roadside pits in Jamaica and Trinidad, I'd say Ja's tastes, dare I say it, healthy and wholesome. This is not a bad thing if you're in the right mindset, and can be compensated by some of the rich side dishes described upthread.
I like it better than any other Jamaican I've had in the city (most of which I've admittedly had at the Taste of Chicago the past few years), and will be back with some frequency. Yet another amazing LTH discovery on my natural path home from work (thank you, blu!). I look forward to catching them on a busier day when there is a bit more salt and sugar thrown around and the fat isn't so perfectly trimmed or rendered. I'll wash it down next time with a Jamaican cola or ginger beer, which I noticed behind the counter as I was exiting.
Note to Gary and bluroses: evidence of your visits are already taped down the cashier counter. I saw an LTH card and copy of the first few posts of this thread there, facing inward, presumably as an encouragement to the staff. As with Xni-Pec and Cubanito, I hope they take a hold of their immediate community as much as us virtual voyageurs.