As much as we love Lagos, it isn't the most organized city. You really have to be committed to find the good things here. This is where we come in.
How does this work?
We go to different places in Lagos, eat their food, and write about it. There are few voices here:
How did we get here?
Folly & Nosa went to The Foundry for brunch one day and a conversation about "struggle" bacon in Lagos birthed this food blog.
The End.
Who are you guys?
NOSA: Mexican food and margaritas are my kryptonite. And brunches with bottomless mimosas. And Guinness. And pasta. Look, I like food. Stop judging me. This one time, at a wedding, I got cut off at the open bar.
FOLLY: I'm a Southern Belle stuck in Lagos. I wear sun dresses and get drunk at horse races. Classy. I used to drink red bull vodka (double), again classy, but Lagos happened and now I drink Hennessy and the nearest mixer. My favourite dessert is apple crumble.
CHRISTINA: I’m a TV and Film junkie who also spends an incredible amount of time reviewing skincare products she can barely afford.
FOLARIN: Out here doing things that involve being six feet tall. How tall are you again?
DENISE: I’m a spice who knows she’s sweet - most of the time. I have an affinity for cozy conversations with sweet reds and creamy pasta chock full of shrimp. I also like to party, drink Bacardi straight and talk about star signs. I run a spectrum. Spin the wheel and see who pops up.
OLUWATOBI: Might be the only person you know that actually eats the mosa in the small chops pack. Recounted her childhood trauma in a Nigerian Kitchen for the blog here.
