Dakar Street Food — Restaurant in Houston

Food is usually delicious and I don't usually write reviews, but the last couple visits have been problematic in ways they need to know of. I ordered fish and it was placed in the to-go box when it was still sizzling and by the time i got home there was grease everywhere because the fish burned a giant hole in the styrofoam, causing it to leak, and so I couldn't even eat half of the fish I was excited about and paid $20 for as it had melted styrofoam, so I suggest they let it settle or put down some type of waxy or parchment paper base to avoid this.

Service is only getting 3 stars because the lady on the phone is really nice but i sent my bf to pick up order last time bc the skinny tall guy goes out his way to harass me every time I go to pick it up myself to the point where he gets a nasty attitude if i don't entertain interactions with him. He kept interrupting my interaction with the cashier while i was trying to pay for my food all so he could try to get me to buy him a drink..... at a restaurant he works at... and then he tried to act like he didn't work there which i didnt have time for so i headed to the door and he became snarky about me walking away from him and not wishing him a "goodnight" back even though he had no reason to talk to me in the first place and followed me into the restaurant when he was standing outside. he needs to cut the repulsive flirting tactics and learn to keep things professional.

BUT, when I sent my non senegalese bf for the last pickup, they tried to secretly upcharge by ALOT. They tried to charge $63 dollars for an order that was about $47 pre-tax AND pre-tip and my bf said when he brought it up they first tried to act like they didnt know what he was talking about until he prodded some more and showed them the order and then they casually acted like it was some oblivious mistake and lowered the price to $56, except even that feels like they were STILL trying to get away with overcharging because that's still a jump from $63. i know senegalese people and it was very much giving customer bias in the sense that if you're not Senegalese, they will try to get away with overcharging you.

the food? insanely delicious, but they need to cut the sheisty business practices out and tell skinny guy you're going to lose customers if he keeps treating it like...

You simply won't believe it until you experience it yourself! Oh, my taste buds are doing a happy dance! 🎉🕺

Let me take you on a mouthwatering journey to this extraordinary place. Prepare yourself for an explosion of flavors that will make your taste buds sing in delight! 🎵🍽️

Picture this: a delightful oasis of culinary wonders that will transport you to food paradise. The moment you take a bite of their mesmerizingly marinated FISH (Poisson Braise), you'll be in a state of pure bliss. It's a magical experience where your taste buds will tango with joy, and your mouth will water uncontrollably! 😋💃

But wait, there's more! Their couscous, oh my goodness, it's like a fluffy cloud of deliciousness that dances on your palate. Each grain is perfectly seasoned, creating a symphony of flavors that will leave you craving more. It's a gastronomic masterpiece! 🌟🍲

And here's the cherry on top: the friendly customer service. Ms. Awa, the guardian angel at the front, will greet you with a smile that could light up the entire room. Her warmth and pleasant demeanor will make you feel like a cherished guest. It's like being enveloped in a cozy hug while enjoying your heavenly meal. 🤗❤️

Now, let's talk about value. The prices here are a steal! You'll be amazed that such remarkable, home-style cooking comes at such reasonable prices. It's a delightful surprise that will make your wallet jump for joy. 💸🎉

But hold on, there's more to this culinary wonderland. As I was picking up my food, I couldn't help but notice the diverse crowd. People from all walks of life, representing different nationalities, gathered here to savor the incredible flavors. It's a celebration of cultural diversity and a testament to the universal love for great food. 🌍🌎🌏

I kid you not, my friend. This place is so extraordinary that I've made a solemn vow to visit every day, all day. It's a place you simply cannot miss! Trust me on this, and your taste buds will forever thank you. Hurry up and indulge in the most delectable feast of your life. You'll be praising me nonstop! ✌️🍽️🎊

Bon appétit and prepare for a culinary adventure like...

On my way back from work, I decided to make a quick stop at my seamstress to drop off some dresses for adjustments—because, you know, my body is snatching itself into new dimensions. Mission accomplished, but now I was starving. And to make things worse, I knew my fridge at home was just a cold storage unit for disappointment.

I needed something different, something exciting. So, like any modern-day hungry human, I consulted Google. That’s when "Dakar Street Food" popped up. I had seen them flexing on IG and had promised myself a visit—but like all my fitness goals, I had conveniently forgotten. Thank God for Google reminders!

Now, quick history lesson for those in the dark—Jollof rice was actually invented by the Wolof people of Senegal. Yes, Nigerians, calm down. I walked into the restaurant with high expectations, ready to taste the OG Jollof and, of course, to remind them that ours is superior (because patriotism).

At the counter, I met a young man and told him I wanted to try their Jollof but, as a Nigerian, I already knew ours was better. Apparently, those were fighting words. The guy gave me one look and said, “Oya taste first.” Challenge accepted.

He handed me a nice portion to sample, and my people, I won’t lie—the rice slapped. I was betrayed by my own taste buds. I placed my order while still munching on the free Jollof, because, well, free food.

In minutes, I had demolished half the plate like someone that hadn't seen food in years. That’s when bros looked at me and said, “I see the Jollof didn’t taste good.” Ha! Me?! Betrayed and exposed at the same time. LMAO.

Finally, my food was ready. As I was about to leave, he asked if I liked zobo. Of course, I do! Then he handed me a cup and casually dropped another bomb—“This one is better than the ones you guys make in Nigeria.” Another fight. Another truth. Because the zobo was heavenly. I took a sip and just accepted my fate.

Final verdict: Delicious food, elite trolling, and top-tier service. Dakar Street Food, you won this round. But I’ll be back...