Tedd’s Shroom Boom – Review

January 24, 2007

Tedd's Shroom Boom


The road to Savannah-La-Mar
Left hand side just before Mrs. Brown’s

The Experience:

Tedd’s Shroom Boom is a unique experience to say the least. I don’t know what kind of reputation ‘ol Tedd has around town, but you’ll get a double take from your cab driver when you say, “Tedd’s Shroom Boom, please.”

Arriving at the small house with the mushrooms painted on the front, it looks like there’s no one home. Then you walk up the steps onto the porch, knock on the door, and depending on the time of day, Garland or his son answers the door with a quiet smile.

“Um, we’d like to buy some mushroom tea?” You ask with some trepidation. He answers, “Yes Yes, how many?”

Make sure you ask for double strength, you’re there anyway why not just go for it.

It takes a while for him to boil and brew his famous tea, you can wait on the porch, mill around the yard, or sit in the shade of several large seagrape trees. While the tea is working Garland will often engage you in conversation, he is a warm gentleman who loves to tell his story.

Garland? You ask. Yes, I had a hard time figuring out why his place is called Tedd’s.

I asked him once, “So Garland, your place is called Tedd’s, but your name is Garland?”

He replied. “Yes, this is my place.” I tried this a few times, I continued to get the same answer. I gave up.

The Tea:

Hot tea, an herbal tea, a powerful mushroom flavor with a hint of honey and cow patty. It’s absolutely horrible! Horrid even. Now, I don’t want to take anything away from Garland, he’s a wonderful fellow, and I’m sure his tea tastes as good as anything that grows in shit can taste.

But of course that’s not why we go there and drink the tea, is it?

The Aftermath:

Make sure you tip well, hug Garland and his son goodbye, and get back to a controlled environment, because you’re mind is about to get a workout.

Here are a few good places to enjoy your post-tea time:

  • Whoopie’s Hammock Park – Just past the Lighthouse on Lighthouse/West End Road. Whoopie’s is a bar in a grove with hammocks everywhere. Very cool.
  • The Hammock Hut at Negril Yoga Center. (Getting the picture?)
  • A quiet bar like Peewees, Barry’s, Roots Bamboo or the Boat Bar. Any place where you can put 1000J on the bar, only having to grunt to keep the beers flowing. These places often have clientele who enjoy wavy, incoherent conversations.
  • Better yet, on your patio or veranda, especially if you’re staying on the cliffs.


Go! It’s nice clean fun, just go.

Peace :)


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  • 1. Husker John  |  February 3, 2007 at 10:39 pm

    I think I saw one late night at Roots Bamboo.
    It emitted a sound that sounded like “SMOOOKE….COOOKE”

  • 2. Bob  |  February 3, 2007 at 10:39 pm

    Maybe the key here Vinny is to give the tea to the slug so it thinks it can fly. Lol

  • 3. Errica Braun and family  |  July 6, 2008 at 5:55 am

    I don’t know where to start Tedd and Mark are family to me. I have spent many wonderful times with Tedd and Mark and just want to say hello and we miss you soo much!! There will never be another place that I would always love to return to. Tedd has let our family into his beautiful home with an open heart!! One Love, Errica
    P.S. We have family pictures up I think still all over his veranda walls!! Tedd we love you and Mark. And you are always in our prayers. I will be seeing you soon!!

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