After approximately two months of teasing probably my favorite sister-in-law about the wife saying chocolate was bad for her big sis and eating it and then claiming that I'd had to eat it at the airport as Mombasa Customs wanted to charge me duty on it! So finally, on on my last night in Kenya this year, we met Jane at the Tusks and set about trying to find somewhere for the three of us to eat.
We wandered around about the center looking for somewhere not full or worse, shut. It seemed everywhere in town had shut by about 7:30-8pm. Just as my wife and I were thinking about giving up, Jane suddenly remembered somewhere she hadn't been in quite a while. So now we are wandering about some rather dark roads and I was starting to worry because of my wife's luck in these situations (only bad). Fortunately, we arrived in fairly quick order and were found seats immediately in a lovely little cafe with what you could take to be a Mediterranean beach cafe, just friendlier and with a more helpful staff. The ladies complained it was not to their liking but I couldn't see anything wrong with it. It turned out they wanted to be by the window so they could be seen and also watch the world go by. A new table was given to us and the two menus brought to us, one for pancakes and the other for ice Cream and juices. My sister-in-law chose the vegetarian pancake and insisted on no cheese sauce. I chose the seafood pancake. I was asked if I wanted to skip the sauce but said would have it however it came. The wife said she wasn't that hungry and would skip the pancakes but did order a juice. The food took a little while in coming but we were in Kenya, so no worries, it will arrive. When it did, it was delicious, though I now understand the no cheese sauce thing, with food this wonderful, it's really not necessary. We ate our food and finished our juices; I had mango, Jane had—I actually can't remember but it smelt sickly sweet but tasted divine, and the wife had melon. For someone who wasn't that hungry, she had a good portion of my dinner and also of her sister's. The truth will always out as we were on the last remnants of our money (read "mine") and she'd seen the list of ice creams. Nereah had decided to share our food and order an expensive ice cream, Jane just opted for something simple: vanilla and pistachio, and I opted to share theirs and have another juice. Whatever it was that Nereah ordered, I want the recipe. It would earn me a fortune here in summer. All in all a very good evening meal simply done for an exceedingly low price in a safe area of Mombasa, the price of $20-$30 was the total.
Go Experience Pistachio
by Harv_y on May 31, 2007