o and i wandered onto drummond street the other day. i was in search for asian food but strangely landed up at the african kitchen. this is a tiny establishment whose walls are home to a wealth of african masks. the space is tiny and often the warmth of the food and those eating it cause the window to fog over.
rather spiced and full we were presented with fresh balls of coconut with a mound of cocoa powder in which to dip them. they were soothing and refreshing. helped in the recovery of our taste buds o decided it was time to have a little sweet. he did jokingly ask whether there was chili in the sweet.
the mango flan that we ordered was a deliciously smooth and seriously fruity dessert that had a texture akin to baked custard. it had no dairy in it thought and came with a trickle of thin dark caramel. i will be sure to try the guava one on the next visit as well as make sure that we order one non-chili main.