Restaurants are public places, and like all public places, they can make your emotions swing in any direction. Read some accounts of memorable restaurant experiences.
JENNIFER ONYENEDU wrote
My name is Jennifer O. I had woken up to rumblings in stomach late one Saturday morning. I had a late night the previous day as I had to work on some files from the office, so I slept late into the morning. I hurriedly left the bed and headed straight to the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator… Empty! “Perhaps there could be some noodles in the top shelf” I said to myself. Empty! I thought of the time it would take me to go shopping and prepare a meal. I discarded the idea because I knew it would take forever to achieve. My stomach rumbled again and I decided there and then to go and visit “Iya Do-good”, the famous food vendor in the area.
I left the house, got to the place and ordered her famous Egusi and eba. It was served me fresh from the pot. I even ordered a second plate. It was a tasty experience and I do not think I would forget it in a hurry.
SEGUN MICHAEL wrote
It was on a Friday in 2014; I was in Victoria Island for a schedule and was hungry. The street was highbrow; I searched for a ‘mama-put’ (canteen in local parlance) but did not find any. I had to settle for Yellow Chilli Restaurant at Oju Olobun Street.
I ordered for a plate of pounded yam and vegetable soup. I was served the food not knowing that a fork, spoon and knife were placed beside the plate. I was blinded, literally, by hunger. I washed my hands and started eating, only to discover that I was getting funny stares from other people in the restaurant. Noticing this, the waitress came to my table to inform me that I could use the fork to eat, and the knife to gently cut the meat as a modern method of eating solid foods. I thanked her and informed her that I am an African, and was already half-way through my meal anyway. She smiled and returned to what she was doing.
A foreigner in the restaurant clapped and commended me for my simplicity and unique way of eating my food. My embarrassment vanished immediately. I enjoyed the food, paid and left the restaurant with my head up.
This is my most memorable food experience.
AFOLABI BODE wrote
I have always known the basic rules of using cutleries: fork in the left and knife in the right hand; and imagined the fork missing the road to my mouth since I never had the chance to really put the rule in action until this particular day. I decided to check out this newly established eatery in Maiduguri. On entering, all eyes were on me as I was wearing a camouflage T-shirt. I took a seat and ordered for rice and chicken.
Due to the fact that I didn’t trust my left hand to deliver properly, plus the expectations of everybody on me – which I believe was to fail, I decided to just respect myself and not experiment anything. So being a sharp Yoruba guy, I acted like I knew exactly what I was doing and took my fork with the right hand and the knife with the left hand without a single care in the world.
I thought everything was going smoothly until a couple joined my table, the lady sat opposite me while the guy sat by my side. Not long after, I noticed that the lady started laughing and talking to her partner in Hausa language. Since I didn’t understand Hausa, I assumed she was making jest of me and I became more uncomfortable, though I didn’t show it. I also became more aware of people around me.
Accidentally, rice spilled on the floor close to me as I was trying to tear some chicken flesh. I quickly removed my phone, faked dialing a number and talked as if I was angry with the person on the phone since she refused to meet me there and hung up in anger. After the call I rearranged my chair to cover the scattered rice on the floor like I was trying to calm my angry self. It was after all the drama that I noticed that the guy was teaching the lady how to use the cutlery and the lady was also trying it for the first time.
After the meal, which I didn’t finish as there were chicken bones that I couldn’t handle with the cutleries, I paid the waiter and even joked with him a little like nothing happened at all and left.
I learnt a good lesson that day: if you are not sure you can use the fork and knife well, just request for a spoon.
MRS ADESHAWLAR ADELEKE wrote
Hmm! The food experience I cannot forget was when I travelled to Benin Republic, Port-novo to be precise. I was very hungry and angry that day because we almost spent the whole day on the journey. Eventually, we arrived at the hotel, and my husband ordered for his meal (spaghetti), while I was waiting to see the food to know if I could eat it. Lo and behold, they brought an awkward combination of spaghetti and bread with chicken. I couldn’t eat that.
We went out looking for where Nigerian meals were sold because I was told I would find a place. On getting to the cafeteria, I ordered for pounded yam with egusi soup. Hmm, my people, I got wonder food: a slimy morsel with groundnut soup and cheese. When I ordered for stew so as to erase the irritation, they gave me sliced green pepper as stew. I had to push the whole thing away, folded my arms and started staring at their people the way they were licking their fingers over what I couldn’t eat. However, I just took a bottle of pouki pouki – their so called mineral – to stop the hunger.
Heading to another hotel to lodge gave me hope of eating a better meal, though I got “hard fried rice” from this new hotel. Their own story was, instead of serving me a drink that will make me enjoy the food, they gave me ”constipe”, that it will help digest the food quickly.
Abeg I no fit laff again………that’s just a brief of d whole story, because each day in Porto-novo had its story.
ABAYOMI OLABANJI wrote
Thanks for this great opportunity to share my experience with you on food. I don’t eat much, but when I see real good food, I eat a lot. This reminds me of when I won a voucher of five thousand Naira (N5,000) at Mr. Biggs. I requested for fried rice with roaster fried chicken and cold drinks. Immediately I finished eating all that on that day, I felt like sleeping because the cool breeze and music entering my body made me feel relaxed. On my way home I asked for take-away with the remaining balance on my voucher.
The whole family was so happy to see something good coming from Mr. Biggs. Truly, good food is sweet when there is money to get it because you just feel comfortable with it.
Thanks to GTBank for the privileged to share it.