On the fateful day, despite ill health I set out on my journey with two friends (I must say here that I am so grateful to them, they made it fun and possible). The initial target location was Obalende on the Island but since I was ill we opted for two joints which were closer home to Surulere since that was where we were putting up. The first was “Amala Shita” in Surulere and the second was “White house” in Sabo, Yaba.
What follows next is a picture story but I must just say here that mmm! mmm! mmm! that day I had the best amala and abula of my existence courtesy of “Amala Shitta” in Surulere.
One of my companions as we got ready to set out. He was really helpful taking pictures undercover and chaperoning.
My second companion taking a picture of herself on duty can you imagine! Lol. Anyway she did a good job and was the one who took the picture of me eating the best Amala in the world.
Yours truly feeling cute.
Just had to add this picture; I heard that because commercial bikes in Lagos have been banned, an increasing number of young people have resorted to using roller blades. Looks cool though.
The positive assault of my senses start. I present to you stewed snails surrounded by other meaty treats.
The green soup in the center is Ewedu surrounded by other Amala accessories. Please, please, please, ignore the stains of the surrounding surfaces and just focus on the vision of the food. That will give you much peace.
Here the spotlight is on Gbegiri aka Bean soup. It’s a creamy yellow soup made from black eyed beans. Ehn… sorry I don’t know what the black soup on the left is, but don’t be deceived by appearances, Nigerian ethnic meals may not look good but they sure taste good. On a closer look, I can see it’s Efo riro, damn! I can’t believe I forgot to eat that.
The people here are evidence that the food sure tastes good. I watch and learn. I see that ordering is by pointing.
I’m learning fast, I do likewise. The server misunderstood my choice and in a hasty attempt to correct the mistake, I almost stab my choice piece with my finger, lol. This is assorted meat (mixed offal and meat) in Obe ata.
Here I eat the tastiest amala and abula (ewedu, gbegiri and obe ata) I have ever eaten! Get this, I don’t eat with my hands outside my house but this was worth every hand licking step of the way. The amala had this pleasant bitter-sweet taste while the obe ata was deliciously piquant. Kudos to Amala Shita of Surulere, Lagos state.
We are on a queue at joint 2; White house. It’s long but when you want something good you have to be patient.
Cross-section of the gifted hands that toil night and day to sate our desires.
Greedy boy at one o’clock rme (rolling my eyes). I wonder why he can’t wait for the plantain to be removed from the pan. See his eyes, lol.
My friends said they were full from the food they ate in the previous joint and decide to share a plate of meat.
I on the other hand was determined to eat more so I had white rice and red stew etc. Let me not lie, the beans was awful, it was hard like roasted peanuts disguised as beans, lol. However the plantain was something else, no wonder the “greedy boy at one o’clock” couldn’t resist. Hehehe.