Squires African Restaurant

Savor Authentic Flavors in Cozy Ambiance

Stepping into this quintessentially unassuming spot off the bustling streets of London, you get a sense that it's an anchor for lovers of Nigerian cuisine. While the venue’s aesthetics may not transport you immediately to a West African fading sun-soaked backdrop, the food indeed provides a welcome piquancy. Known primarily for its famed jollof rice, I found it crisp and marinated well, assuming one navigates a bit past the elusive consistency its regulars insist has evolved over time. The dappled notes of spices—perhaps tasting more seasoned nostalgia—is something to write home about. Remarkably, the hake fish presents itself as contrasting sound and symphony on a plate; a worthy invitee for those yearning for a carol of oceanic delight mingled with traditional smokiness.

It is the service dynamics, however, that stirs up thoughtfulness while dishing out communal nourishing experience and authenticity. Though the cheer in workforce rigor didn’t necessarily reach its crescendo, their interaction was cordial enough that it added a familial touch rather than an over-served exhibition. The servings, from the textural challenge of moi moi assuredly once frizzled beyond defiance by ice, to the earthy embrace of shaki, echo repeated calls for a comforting patron expedition. Add to this palatable soiree, it cultivates few seeds of acquired taste or leaves officionados like planted roots not fully reaping gole skin of attentive culinary veneration. Shall we dare fathom more conversations exuding warmth, and maybe an extra ladle scooped, it could nudge towards not merely user approbated charm but configures journey beloved brewed—warmth, if soils must rumble? — Audrey Al Dente