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Scotch bonnet, broken by smoke
We roast the hottest pepper in the room until its edge softens into perfume. What lands on the plate is heat you can lean into, not flinch from.
Soho, London
Spice, smoke,and open fire.
A dark Soho room around one fire, where every plate is tuned for heat, aroma and a slow burn.
The philosophy
Spice is not seasoning here. It is structure, memory and the reason the room glows.
We do not cool a dish down for comfort. Heat is the spine of the plate, the thing you remember on the walk home and the reason the whole room glows a deep amber.
Ikoyi began with a single question: what if spice led the plate instead of decorating it. We built a dark room around one open fire, stocked the shelves with chillies, peppers and aromatics from across West Africa, and let intensity set the pace. Every course is tuned for heat, smoke and the slow burn that lingers after the plate is cleared.
What the fire does
Three things carry the heat through every service.
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The pit at the centre
One fire burns from open to close, fed by hardwood and watched like a pulse. Everything passes over it at least once, so smoke runs through the whole meal like a low note.
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Blends ground at first light
Suya spice, ground crayfish, grains of selim and dried chilli are toasted and milled before service. The aroma reaches the door before the first guest does.
One fire, lit before the doors and fed all night.
The pit never goes cold. Hardwood burns down to coals, the coals feed the grill, and smoke runs through every course like a thread you can taste from the first plate to the last.
From the coals to the room.
The most fearless cooking in London, where chilli is treated like a love letter.
A seat by the fire is held, when you are ready for the heat.