When you walk in, go straight to the back of the room, up to whomever is behind the register — which, chances are, is chef MaMusu herself — and get your tray. Unless you want a West African specialty, there is no menu from which to order — just a buffet in the center of the brightly lit room with about a dozen different dishes, each labeled, that rotate daily.
After you load up your tray with African chicken stew, Liberian Jollof rice, veggie paratha pie, akara (fried bean cake), and the like, grab a cup of water or a plastic bottle of MaMusu’s homemade allergy tea ($2.50), African sorrel drink or “Grandma’s stove tea” ($2 each), return to the counter and put your tray on the scale. Here you pay by the pound ($6.99 per pound).
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CHEF MAMUSU’S AFRICANNE
Take your taste buds on a global journey at Chef MaMusu’s African-Caribbean Cuisine on Forest Hill Avenue. Start with parathas: little fried pastry pockets filled with minced vegetables, paired with a veggie dipping sauce. Then enjoy fork-tender, spicy chicken curry or hoppin’ John with rice, beans and smoked turkey. Entrées come with mouthwatering sweet cornbread. And if you are a collards fan, rejoice! Chef MaMusu’s cooks up some of the best greens in town.
Photo by Jay Paul Spicy chicken curry
Dining Out Dining Out: Chef MaMusu's cuisine a rich marriage of native flavors
Posted: Wednesday, May 25, 2016 10:30 pm
By ELLIOTT SHAFFNER Special correspondent
I’ve just discovered ginger rice bread. It could be the Platonic ideal you almost never find: compact, tightly packed, savory with a touch of sweetness on the back end and hit with just enough fresh ginger throughout to raise your eyebrows and set your palate alive. You can find it on Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays at Chef MaMusu’s Africanne on Main.
You have probably driven right past the simple storefront on the corner of Main and Second streets dozens of times. But, chef Ida MaMusu, with the help of her sister and son, has been running her kitchen for close to a decade — and once you’ve been inside, you will come back.
During the week, workday regulars pile in for lunch, families with young children look up from their segmented plastic foam trays to catch a minute of whatever is playing on the TV mounted on a wall in the corner. The place is a decidedly modest affair.
But we could all do with more modesty like this.