With great reviews from The Herald,The List and The Evening Times flattering it as a 'must-try destination for Southside diners' serving 'authentic african' food, I was very excited to have a Camflava discount sent to me via MyGroupOn. MyGroupOn offers great discounts on dining and much much more and is extremely useful if, like me, you like nice things on a budget! Check it out at
http://www.mygroupon.co.uk, and no I am not being paid to sell the site, they are simply great! Anyway, the deal offered to me was a three course meal plus wine apparently worth over £70 for the bargain price of £28. I confirmed straight away and printed out the voucher to take along to the restaurant with us. I then phoned to make a reservation for the following week but was told that no reservations were necessary.
With this in mind, and as the voucher stated that the restaurant was open from 10am until late daily, when my partner and I turned up at 4pm on a very rainy Tuesday afternoon, we were suprised to see the corragated iron shutters down and locked. I quickly phoned the number on my voucher and was informed that they did not open until 5pm. Then, when I tried to reserve a table for that time, I was told that 6pm was the earliest time I could reserve a table. Putting this down to changes and slow internet updates, we reserved a table for 2 at 6pm and wandered off to The Brooklyn cafe for a light snack and some very tasty milkshakes. After this, and some light window-shopping through Shawlands, we arrived at Camflava just before 6pm.
After climbing the stairs, we found ourselves in a very long white corridor with an empty reception at one side covered in leaflets for Camflava's caberet nights. We looked around a little and then continued to a dimly lit and seemingly empty bar area over looking an empty dining area and a distant darkened stage. After waiting 5 minutes and then calling 'hello' twice, a voice from a table in the bar area answered and a man in a white t-shirt and jeans approached us, gangster gait et al. After stating that we had made a reservation, the man ignorantly asked if we "wanted a table for two?" and told us to pick which ever table we wanted. I was rather wet and tired from walking around in the rain. and so picked a table to the back and side wall beside the radiator. The tables were simply dressed in white with fake brightly colored chrysantheums centred in red sand filled glass vases, white sideplates and glasses with brightly colored thin napkins crumpled and stuffed inside them. These were on the tables that were set- the majority of the restaurant was half-completed with only side plates and tablecloths! Stereo-typical 'African' art adorned the walls with flags and pieces of thin bamboo seperating the dining area from the bar and walkway. I did like the chairs though!! They were simple black, elegant, well-made and designed.
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unset tables and pretty black chairs |
Hanging my coat over the radiator as it was not asked for, we were given our set menus and offered a choice of red or white wine. We chose the red wine and, to my dismay, were promptly brought a bottle of
Echo Falls. I should not need to comment on this more as the picture below, and the fact that I left an almost full glass behind when leaving, should convey all. The £2.99 bottle of the same available in my local Londis was of a better date.
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tacky decorations, cheap salt sellar and awful wine. |
The menu was a choice of 3 starters, 5 main courses and 3 desserts, varying from the interesting sounding plantain stirfry to the more common beefburger (
menu), including vegetarian options. I chose the
Peri Peri chicken wings to start, as I have a not-so-secret penchant for chicken wings, and my partner chose the
plantain stirfry. Another couple arrived just after we had ordered and stated that they had booked using the same deal as us. This eased us slightly as we had been beginning to fear that we would be dining alone for the entire evening!!! Unexpectedly, and a little annoyingly, their order arrived before ours and we were starting to get rather ravenous before our starters arrived.
Instead of my starter being marinaded in Peri Peri as I was expecting, I was served two perfectly cooked chicken wings with a dollop of Peri Peri sauce on top of them, placed on a bed of slightly worn iceburg lettuce.
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Peri Peri chicken wings |
The bright orange Peri Peri sauce was a very tasty mix of tang and spice, and the chicken wings were tender to the bite with a crisp to the skin. They were, however, unseasoned and there was not enough of the sauce to cover the meat. The lettuce was as iceburg lettuce is- watery, crunchy and extremely unimaginative, and undressed.
My partner's plantain stirfry was again extremely simple. The plantain was cooked so that it retained a bite, which gets a nod from me, with onion and peppers that were a little overcooked. The whole dish was quite greasy and could have again been improved with seasoning or some sort of spice or sauce.
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greasy plantain stirfry |
For main courses my partner, having a very large appetite, especially for such a slender man, had ordered the
Peri Peri chicken. It described itself as a char-grilled half chicken served with char-grilled sweet potatoes and Peri Peri sauce. I ordered the
Coconut rice which was written as rice cooked with african spices and mixed vegetables in coconut milk, with slices of chicken breast.
My partners plate came simply as stated with half a small chicken and the same peri peri orange sauce as my starter dolloped on top. It came with four halves of a sweet potato, not the sweet potato that we are familiar with, but a white variety which tasted very like a normal potato but with a slight tang.
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Peri Peri Chicken |
Again, the chicken was cooked to perfection but was unseasoned and with too little sauce. The 'sweet potato' was extremely bland and there were no greens, salad or alternative veg to soften the dish or add flavour. It was very much bland meat and one bland veg, and although my partner cleaned his plate, he was not impressed.
My coconut rice came as a bowl of what looked like savoury rice, and tasted very similar.
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Very greasy and sickly Coconut Rice with 80s cubes of carrots. |
Overly greasy and very salty, the rice appeared to have been cooked in sweetened coconut with a jerk mix heavy on pepper. The chicken through it was tender and tasty, although the peas and sweetcorn tasted as if they had come straight from a frozen packet. Cubed carrots mixed with the rice had a slight bite, but were so '80s that I had to giggle. The portion was a great size but I have to admit that I felt a little sick after eating it, especially mixed with the very cheap wine.
After main course plates were cleared, my partner and I both agreed that we would certainly have not paid full price for our courses, and that we could not even say that they were worth the hugely discounted price. For a restaurant not that long open, we would have thought that they would be using fresh ingredients and innovation along with tradition african recipes to excite people, get people talking and gain them a good reputation! The bland, uninspiring, uncreative and not very African dishes had left us extremely disappointed.
Not liking to give up hope though, we ordered desserts and both choose the
crepe de banane, which alongside a selection of icecreams and fresh fruit seemed the most exciting option. I noticed, at this point, that the other couple had left rather quickly- never a good sign! The menu described the crepe as a banana flambayed in dark rum wrapped in a crepe, with icecream and butterscotch sauce. What arrived made both of us laugh out loud.
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Crepe de banane with the hilarious neopolitana icecream |
It both looked and tasted like something from a 70s/80s greasy sidewalk/roadside cafe. The crepe was both firm and soft at the same time, as though made from some kind of reformed plastic instead of dough. It tasted like it had come straight from a very cheap packet, and the banana inside, whilst warm and comforting, was very sweet and mushy with no flavour of rum at all. The butterscotch sauce was a light tasteless syrup, and the icecream was 45p plastic tub neopolitana, which harkened back to our childhoods- and not in a good way. The light dusting of cocoa powder seemed like a last resort to give the dessert some flavour or class, but was futile in it's attempts.
Needless to say, we left our voucher, grabbed our coats and left, passing comments about the extremely tacky dancefloor and the possibility of the restaurant being a show for something far more fitting to it's sleazy bar and stage. It's sports nights and 'Miss Africa Scotland' nights definitely define it more than it's food.
Camflava deserved neither tip, nor thanks, and I was actualy glad not to be asked how everything was by a member of staff, as I would not have been able to find the words at that moment. We left without goodbyes but with certain good riddance, and the promise to
never go back.
J x