Holiday memory — Jollof Rice that transported me back

I first ate Jollof Rice on a trip five years ago and have been searching for a version this good ever since. This restaurant finally delivered the smoky and warming quality I remembered. palm nut was handled correctly — something most restaurants here get slightly wrong.

fufu and soup eating requires communal sharing and is eaten with the hands. It was the a Accra chop bar memory that I was really chasing and this recreated it. sobolo sorrel drink was offered and brought the whole experience together. Some dishes are attached to a time and place. This one finally restored that attachment.