Ada Restaurant

Authentic Delights in a Welcoming Setting

Ah, Ada Restaurant in Enfield Town—a place where the paradox of sumptuous cuisine and contentious service thrives with gleeful abandon. As a bona fide hunter of culinary excellence, I staggered into this eastern delight seeking refuge from mundane fare, and left bemused by its ravishing embrace of contradiction. The entrance invites you readily enough, with an atmosphere that hugs each patron warmly while whispering promises of lamb shish nirvana—a promise they undoubtedly fulfill with panache. That said, their notorious service ethos could, perhaps, be likened to meeting an eager Labrador who occasionally forgets itself mid-wag. A wink to the formidable specter of inconsistency if you will!

Once the edible symphony began, all earthly worries felt vanquished—the T-bone steak was astonishingly formidable, as advertised, verging on magisterial. Dishes are thoughtfully adorned with cacik and hummus, though sized as if rationed by a strategic military outpost. I've seen wedding solitaire games served with larger bongoram! Yet, therein lies the paradoxical charm; it's curiously comforting to witness the ambiance do a happy tangle with the chargrilled effortlessness. Still, heed warnings for those with gluten ideologies; the dodgy dance with ingredial obtuseness is a clear second act here. Final nod to the superb manager Hashim whose sincere managerial zeal could disarm even the crankiest sandal-wearing dietician. Let the discerning diner feast with humor, armed with patient resolve and dressings of irony, because you'd bemoan missing out on Ada's grand.ironic.benefaction. — Penelope Savory