I probably shouldnâ€™t even review Dianaâ€™s. Iâ€™ve sampled very little of their extensive menu. Iâ€™ve never had their Soujok pizza or the mushroom steak with fries and mixed vegetables. Instead, my forays have been limited to their sandwiches, and principally the meat shawarma.
Probably more than anywhere else in Monrovia, if I want a taste of home (the US), Stop & Shop delivers, with its shredded and ground meats lathered in cheesy chili sauces ensconced amidst freshly baked bread.
Since my return to Liberia, Iâ€™ve been eager to visit Lila Brown at its new Sinkor location (just before the 19th street beach) â€“ especially since I, via my previous employer, helped facilitate the mural on its side wall.
Nestled between Payne Ave and the beach on 19th street is a relative newcomer to the neighborhood that looks more like a botanical garden than the restaurant it is.
After a Monrovia hiatus of several months, Iâ€™m back on the scene, ready for the rainy season and a continuation of culinary adventures. To ease my return, the first column of my second Monrovia stint will be confined solely to the pleasures of the luscious libations at The Living Room, the rooftop bar at the Royal Grand Hotel.
Just behind the wall at the turn to Bernardâ€™s Beach, between President Sirleafâ€™s house and the CDC headquarters lies a restaurant, which in my opinion offers the best value for your money in all of Liberia.
I had been to B. First Restaurant at the corner of 13th Street and Payne Ave a few times before. A sign denoting specialties covering the cuisines of seemingly half the population of the world â€“ India, China, Pakistan, Bangladesh â€“ beckoned. On previous visits, I ate mutton biriyani, shrimp fried rice, butter chicken, paleek paneer, and other standard Indian fare. The portion sizes shamed Mama Susu, and everything tasted pretty good.
I had heard good things about the spot from the only two people Iâ€™ve known who had been there, one of whom was Chinese. While the restaurant didnâ€™t exactly disappoint, I think my visit was a classic case of unduly raised expectations.