There’s probably a reason the restaurant reviewed here is the only Nigerian restaurant in Las Vegas. The review and a translation below. But first, let’s start with the fact that this was the dish that was featured in the photo in the print edition:

A bowl of fish pepper soup cost $12.99. (Brian Sandford/View) @nweditor


Online there was also this photo:

The lunch special, jollof rice, came with chicken and plantains. The rice was cooked with blended tomatoes, onions and spices. (Brian Sandford/View) @nweditor

(Would you eat something that appears to be looking back at you?)

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Nigerian food might well be an acquired taste. If so, one probably needs to visit Chiamaka Food Nigerian Cuisine more than once to acquire it.

[ ‘Nigerian food be nasty. You’d have to force-feed it to yourself for years to stop noticing its nastiness.’ The dinner-table scene from “Mommy Dearest” comes to mind.]

The restaurant, fairly well-hidden in a nondescript shopping center just southeast of UNLV, has its charms. [ ‘The restaurant is a storefront in a ghetto strip mall.’ As for the charms:] No two tables or sets of chairs in the dining area were alike, giving the place an antiques-store vibe. [ ‘They got the furniture out of a dumpster, like the hippy-run places do.’] A sectional couch faced a flat-screen TV that played overly loud music videos until the restaurant’s operators accommodated a request to turn it down. [ ‘In case the grossness of the food and the whole scene wasn’t enough, it’s loud too.’]

A warm greeting from a restaurant employee was followed by a half-hour wait until the food arrived. [ ‘We had to wait half an hour to get our stomach-turning dishes.’] The lunch special, jollof rice with chicken and plantains, was a good value at $9.99; the fish pepper soup, which was served in a bowl about 6 inches in diameter and cost $12.99, was not….The bitter soup consisted primarily of thin broth and chunks of whitefish, the latter of which included skin and bones. That made it difficult to consume; a couple of the bones were more than an inch long, while others were too small to be picked out easily. [NO TRANSLATION NECESSARY.]

Chiamaka was empty at 11:30 a.m. but nearly full an hour later. The swelling crowd might explain why it took a long time for the bill to be processed. [ ‘Then we had to wait a long time to pay for our nasty lunch.’]

I’d say a restaurant may be the biggest Nigerian scam yet.

I’ll tell Nigerians what I tell Texas transplants who insist on still buying Blue Bell ice cream because it’s from back home: Just because you’re from a certain place doesn’t mean you have to keep eating the shitty food. Nigerians, you’re in America now — there’s edible food here, with civilized menu options. Just look at me: My first day in America saw me liberated from the Russian frozen-fat delicacy known as holodetz, and upgraded to Frankenberry.