Chishuru: The West African restaurant that proves there’s never a better time to visit Brixton

In the complicated melting pot of Brixton Market, Chishuru is a silver lining, wonderful in its informality and serving up incredible food, writes Molly Codyre

Wednesday 04 August 2021 14:14 BST
Some of the dishes available at Chishuru: left, ekuru and right, bavette balangu
Some of the dishes available at Chishuru: left, ekuru and right, bavette balangu (Molly Codyre)

Chishuru is a restaurant with a story, one that is firmly centred around a talented chef and a passion for food, rather than glitzy restaurant stints and proximity to Michelin-starred kitchens. Head chef and owner Adejoke Bakare started out hosting supper clubs and dinner parties before winning a competition put on by the current owners of Brixton Market – the prize a permanent space in the market, the now-home of Chishuru.

Brixton Market itself is a complicated place. The ownership has a fraught relationship with the local population – their attempt to oust Nour Cash and Carry became a high profile fight with the community and London as a whole – and there is a lot to be said about the gentrification of an area that has provided a home and joyful space for minority groups that are increasingly priced out of their neighbourhoods. However, for now, Chishuru is a silver lining. The restaurant is a complete and utter joy, wonderful in its informality and serving up incredible food.

To dine at Chishuru is to eat well. The restaurant is a prime example of why it’s such a travesty that West African food has been overlooked for so long in the mainstream food world. It is, to put it simply, delicious. I won’t pretend to be an authority on West African cuisine; my knowledge of the ins and outs of ingredients, cooking methods and classic dishes is an ongoing journey. But you don’t need to be an expert to know that what you get at Chishuru is special.

From top: fish imoyo; stock fish fritters; ‘glorious’ aubergine served on peanut sauce (Molly Codyre)

There were a couple of things unavailable the day we visited, so we ordered one of everything that remained – a perk of dining with more than one companion. An incredibly tender piece of bavette steak was paired with pickled mushrooms and yaji, a fiery spice blend of chilli, garlic, ginger and onion. The acidity of the mushrooms paired perfectly with the depth of the meat, while the spice mix added a punchy heat. Ekuru – a sort of cake made from beans – is lightly fried and paired with a pumpkin seed pesto and scotch bonnet sauce. The ekuru itself was soft yet chewy, the perfect base for the pesto, with the scotch bonnet adding a tear-inducing kick. I always like to judge a restaurant by what I refer to as “snacky bits”, the kind of plate you could order on its own to accompany a drink. This is probably what I would opt for here – finger food in style and singing with a multitude of flavours.

Although, in saying that, there is strong competition for that title from the stock fish fritters. Golden, lightly fried balls of joy, they are a textural delight – crunchy on the outside, with a robustly textured inner thanks to the addition of cassava – with a citrus sauce that balances perfectly with the saltiness of the fish. The final starter was on par with the rest but held its strength in its simplicity. Skin-on chicken thigh served with a black sesame sauce and pickled onions – crisp and juicy with an umami hit from the sauce balanced with the sweet and sour onions.

You can judge a good meal by the noise levels that occur once the food comes out, and when our mains were set down we went silent, all of us too busy frantically piling food onto our plates to consider conversation. At many restaurants, the side dishes can feel like an afterthought. But at Chishuru, the side set could be a meal unto itself. Rice – usually jollof but on the day we visited, not – fried with spring onions and chives was dangerously good, with golden, caramelised slices of plantain making a strong case for the addition of sweet elements to savoury food. Best of all, however, is that it all paired beautifully with the selection of mains, intermingling with each plate rather than feeling surplus to requirement.

The standout dish was the goat ayamase: fall-apart meat with a deep, hot sauce (Molly Codyre)

The best dish, for me, was the goat ayamase. The pieces of meat fell apart as soon as you tried to cut into them, and the green pepper and onion sauce was the perfect partner – a slight element of heat and an unctuous depth from absorbing the flavours of the goat over a slow stewing period. The aubergine was glorious, served on a veritable bed of creamy peanut sauce (which I could happily eat with a spoon). It was slightly smokey and moreishly rich courtesy of the shitto addition – a Ghanaian hot sauce, and truly pushed the boundaries of a vegetarian plate. The fish imoyo, meanwhile, was served in a tomato broth – the fleshy fillet almost melting into the sauce, ripe for slurping. I recommend drowning a spoonful of rice in the broth, grabbing a piece of fish and messily gobbling it up.

Last year Vice published an article analysing the diversity of the restaurants reviewed by national papers in the UK for the 12-month period ending January 2020. Finding that less than five black-owned establishments received a write-up, the statistics were not just a damning indictment of restaurant journalism, but the wider industry as a whole. Articles written by Melissa Thompson in food newsletter Vittles and Riaz Phillips in Resy showed how the problem runs far deeper than reviews. Just 6 per cent of Michelin-starred chefs in the UK are black or south Asian, and of that number, only two are black. The problem is insidious.

So, when someone breaks through this thoroughly gate-kept industry, it is something worth paying attention to. Not simply because Caribbean and African cuisines are a joy to behold, but because that person has had to fight five times harder to get to where they are, often without the privilege that is automatically awarded to their white counterparts.

Whether you take cultural factors into account or not, Chishuru is a restaurant that should be high on your must-visit list. Bakare and her team draw you in with their friendly yet familiar service and highly considered yet fundamentally simple dishes. Where many people’s local restaurant in London is likely to be Italian or perhaps Turkish, I am envious that for Brixton residents, this could be theirs. What with Temaki across the way, and more new openings scheduled for the area, there has never been a better time to travel to the end of the Victoria Line.

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