Baked Creole cod, with a thick’n’tasty tomato sauce bursting with sweet pepper and chunks of okra (£9.45), was a great, if simple, main course. And I loved the nutty-tasting side of traditional rice and beans. My friend’s jerk chicken (£9.95) was firm and succulent, with perfectly fluffy West African jollof (that’s tomato-seasoned) rice. ACE stands for "African Caribbean English" and the English part came with pudding — a Caribbean fruit bun meets spotted dick with traditional British custard (£4.75). They forgot my rum punch (twice) and we nearly died of starvation waiting for our mains, but the staff were so charming, the food so inexpensive, that if you just go with the flow you’re sure to have a ball.