Floatin Buka

Savor Authentic African Flavors in London

Stepping into Floating Buka feels like walking into a warm embrace, as if you've been here every Sunday noon of your childhood. Perhaps it is the scent of simmering spices that welcomes you with amiable assurances or maybe it's just the palpable anticipation at every table. Comfortably snug in the heart of London, this culinary gem prides itself on delivering dishes that are lovingly crafted and dauntlessly delicious, spearheading a flavorful assault against fast-food monotony. Egusi stew reigns supreme here, bursting with luscious chunks of tender meat and leaving one to ponder if every morsel isn't whispered a benediction by your Nigerian grandmum. And dare I say, the pounded yam accompanies it like a lifelong companion, gracefully absorbing the rich flavors without falling victim to any sinister soggy fate.

Floating Buka possesses an earnest sense of home, both in its dishes and its devoted clientele whom persistently extol its addictive virtues. Indeed, many meals are constructed not purely for profit but with passionate intent — a rare trait in these times, as rare as finding exact change in one's pocket. If there's a criticism to be aired, consider the occasional oil lake in some dishes as a humble testament to its authenticity, adding character instead of inconvenience. This establishment conjures nostalgia with every savory bite, ultimately inscribing its name permanently into your eager palate, poised to lure you back every time the longing tugs at your convictions. And yes, customer service? It's the cherry on top, propelling the restaurant's hospitality ethos above rival murmurs, proving that good taste resonates best not just through one's taste buds, but also through openhearted gestures of care. — Penelope Savory