"London is blessed with plenty of West African options, but none of them are like Chishuru. Joké Bakare’s cooking had people flocking to the pint-sized original Brixton location and its two-floor evolution on Great Titchfield Street has got the room to seat them. The terracotta tones are warm, the spicy okra martinis lethal, and the peppersoup broth is the drinkable kick up the arse that everyone needs. There isn’t a similar restaurant in Fitzrovia, nor the whole of London." - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing, rianne shlebak, sinead cranna