Jikonee is apparently an African word meaning filthy tables, and mediocre, overpriced food. Not really, but it should.
I went there were 4 people last week intrigued by their concept and by their menu. My enthusism didn't last long. The first table we were shown had crumbs on the tablecloth and food stains on the napkins. The next only had a grease spot, so we decided to quit while were were ahead.
I started with pakoras. The first rule of pakoras is that the batter should be thin enough so that you can tell which vegetable each piece is just by looking at it. Instead, we got vegies encased an a think glistened covering. They weren't terrible by any means, but just not especially good.
I ordered the poussin in piri piri sauce. It was poorly done Swiss Chalet with hot sauce. The
poussin was OK but it came with a "salad" of a single slice of tomato with a few indifferent lettuce leaves and a small pile of french fries, straight from the freezer via the fryer. It looked, as one dinner companion said, like what you would get at the local greasy spoon diner. The local diner, however, doesn't charge $13 for it. Everyone else had the same reaction, although the mains varied - tasteless tandoori fish, mediocre butter chicken and seek kabab. We also had naan. which was OK but still a bit doughy from slight undercooking.
On top of everything else, the service was dreadful. Friendly, yes, but you had to wait forever to place your order and almost threaten violence to get your bill.
Too bad. Their menu and concept looked so promising. Well, here's yet another promise that was meant to be broken.