A visit to the Afab Star is more akin to eating at a friend's house than a restaurant, and highly recommended for it. If slick, anonymous service is what you're after, stay away. This is for those who appreciate the personal touch and chance to have a nourishing taste of Uganda.
Proprietor Michael greeted all of our party with handshakes before producing, unordered, a marvellous spread covering all areas of Ugandan cuisine. We enjoyed the fish and ribs and were interested to observe the Indian influence on the preparation of spiced beef and goat. Not so well-received were the ubiquitous mashed plantain (or makobe) and polenta-like posho.
Thoroughly carbohydrate-laden, we paid the reasonable bill and promised Michael, with who now knew all our names, to spread the news that under Deptford bridge a bit of Africa is bubbling.