In Accra, we were guided by locals, who would point to a place and say, go there. Not realizing one day, we'd want to journal this, we never took note of the names. But the food was top notch. Fish was pan fried or grilled, chicken was stewed in groundnut (peanut) sauce, palm soup was to die for, yams and rice were staples and Ghanian beer was not bad, particularly, since it was not always frosty cold. Pan-fried plantain was a favorite for desert. The food was always plentiful. Eating from the street stalls is common amongst the locals, many carrying bundles, who manage to eat so elegantly, as if sitting down for dinner.