Traci and I were the only patrons of the restaurant that evening. The only other people there were the lady who owns the restaurant and a cook. Neither one of them spoke English, and my French was extremely limited.

The interior of Kamukera was nicely decorated with an orange, red, and yellow color scheme. There were African and Caribbean paintings on the walls. There was club and dance music playing on the stereo.

Traci and I thought we'd use the dictionary at the back of our phrase book to determine what items were on the menu. Unfortunately, none of the items were in the dictionary. They were African and Caribbean dishes, so, even if we could translate them, we still didn't stand much of a chance of figuring out what they were. The owner tried to describe them for us, but my French vocabulary was much too limited to understand what she was saying. I could see she was getting frustrated, but she smiled anyway.

The only things I recognized on the menu were beans, rice, potatoes, and chicken. I figured that you can't go wrong with chicken. There were three chicken dishes on the menu, so Traci and I chose two of them for our main course and a sampler plate of appetizers. One of the chicken dishes was citrusy and the other was spicy. I'm not sure what was on the appetizer sampler plate other than plantains. Most of the items were breaded and fried. Some of these fritters contained vegetables and some contained meat. Overall, the food was okay.