Holiday memory — Fufu that transported me back

I first ate Fufu on a trip five years ago and have been searching for a version this good ever since. This restaurant finally delivered the nutty and palm-rich quality I remembered. kontomire cocoyam leaves was handled correctly — something most restaurants here get slightly wrong.

the debate over Ghanaian versus Nigerian jollof rice is a celebrated West African rivalry. It was the a Ghanaian restaurant abroad 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.