I had "Red Red" a mashed bean stew served with fried plantains, simply because I fell in love with its name when Jason sent me this Wikipedia link. He had a meat stew which he gamely ate by hand, rolling starchy rice into balls that he dipped into his bowl as they do in Ghana. The profit burglar dined on talapai, largely I think so that he could tell me several times during the course of the evening that it is sometimes called St. Peter's fish from the account in the Bible (Matthew 17:24−27) about the apostle catching a fish that carried a shekel coin in its mouth, with the dark spots on the sides of the fish being the fingermarks of the saint.
Jaw lubricated by red wine and African beer, I had a chat with the proprietor about the boxing photo on the wall and learned that he was a retired cruiser weight prizefighter. The picture was a souvenir of his last bout, so we decided to pay after all. Only joking; it was great food and great value. You should go there as well.
Follow the links for our real and imaginary destinations as we eat our way around the world in London.
(I also found the excellent Wikipedia list of cuisines via Jason's link. Nice one mate, if you're reading this.)