Saturday, January 21, 2012

SAFARIE

Untill last evening, only Daniel and Vicky could have claimed to have had a truley ethnic dining experiance!
Welcome to the grand adventure of Corinna and Roxi in the Horn of Africa.



The Dining room sported 4 greasy grimy tables, which may have been wiped with a dry rag at some time during the day.



The decore was a collection of swap meet refuse. Dusty cracked and somewhat greasy, not unlike the air.






The serving trays and dishes were cracked, dirty or both.
Do click on the photos to enlarge the deatail.






Our tea is served on a faux gold plastic tray with a plastic spoon.



While passing us our mugs, the 50 somthing, hijaab adorned, rotund muslim hostess, glances into mine. She grins and carries mine to a sink in the dining area gives it a quick rinse with her bare hand under water, shakes off the access water and returns the dripping dish, friendly and honestly kind smile still on her sweet face. After she departs to the kitchen, I take the time to wipe and dry the cup, as I am unsure what it looked like prior to the rinse.



We decided to stay for the highly absurd atmousphere, and to try the Somalie food. I am sure the experiance would be much the same in the home of this obviously recent immigrant. Very uncandian, yet happily hospitable and endearing in a serving way.









The entertainment was on a high wall across the room in the form of a Somalie news broadcast via internet. The only word I recognized in the fast talking hub-bub was Allah! (too funny and again odd), music would have been the better chioce, but this had not occured to our host, I suppose.



The water came in warm bottles.



Notice the "Salt & Salt" shakers provided so we could season to taste!



The portions were HUGE. This is a 16" plate. It contains 3 goat cutlettes which were very tender and delicious. A chicken and beef dish, whose name I connot recall, that was beuatifully spiced though rather hot. A salad of westren origin (that had alot of raw onion in it) I ate every bite....side note: When Corinna asked for dressing she was given a half empty bottle of no name Ranch.






Three sides of rice, one Corinnas platter, one on mine, and one to share. It was a basmatti steamed in coconut milk and seasoned with some familliar spices and some more exotic ones whose names I wish I had recorded.



Although I will never go back, or recommend this Samolie run and owned nook in GP. I gather it is the wider African community of Taxi Drivers, Tags store owners, and family that keeps this business afloat.
This is unfortunate, as the food was good. Though I am glad we could'nt see into the kitchen, as I am sure this would have sent "we easy going atlantic gals" tipp-toeing for the door.
Cheers From Africa!!!!
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