While in Conakry we’ve made an effort to eat what the locals eat. Or at least what the locals with enough money to eat the equivalent of fast food. But here you’d probably call it street food.
Starting with breakfast. It seems in most third world countries (well the few I’ve visitedI), breakfast is dinner left overs. We went to the three indoor table restaurant down the street from our hotel and asked what they had for breakfast: spagetti, bagette, and coffee (Nescafe). So we said fine. The spagetti was just that with a meat sauce (a few pieces of unchewable beef) which tasted pretty good. Not my idea of breakfast, but still good. Bagette, just that plain. And Nescafe with milk.
We had lunch in the same restaurant and I had beans and bagette and Louisa had fish and rice. Simple and tasty.
Last night for dinner we ate at a one table on the street level porch restaurant. The chef had one pot cooking on a charcoal fire and we asked what she had. She was out of fish, but still had chicken with manioc. Easy to make a choice. The put a table cloth on the table and brought cloth napkins, and a candle. The chef barbequed the chicken with the visual assistance of a flash light. It was about 7pm. I doubt the restaurant had electricity and the street lights didn’t work (we’ve seen them on once in the four or five days we’ve traveled the street). Our hotel had power, but it may be a generator. The chicken was great. I asked how it was prepared and she said it she used mustard. Manioc is mild and it had a bit of cucumbers and tomatoes which we discarded.
Prices: Breakfast for two: $1.50, lunch for two $1.40, dinner for two $3 including one beer.
To compare we had Nescafe, bagette with jam and butter in our hotel for $4.50 each. Unlimited quanities though.
The hotel we stayed in when we first arrived was nicer yet and with a Lebanese owner. They offered western style food and Lebanese. One meal of four shared Lebanese mezes was $14 with one large bottled water. It was all good and too much to eat.
We’ve also had some fish and rice on the street and they dig up some benches for us to eat on. I think most people take it home.