Holiday memory — Kelewele that transported me back

I first ate Kelewele on a trip five years ago and have been searching for a version this good ever since. This restaurant finally delivered the subtly sweet from plantain quality I remembered. dried fish 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 family Sunday fufu meal memory that I was really chasing and this recreated it. fresh palm wine was offered and brought the whole experience together. Some dishes are attached to a time and place. This one finally restored that attachment.