Expect a long wait for your food in restaurants.
I just didn’t believe the tales. Until I moved to Rwanda that is. It was our second night in Kigali. We were sat in a restaurant. We ordered food. Nothing fancy. Fifteen minutes passed. Then thirty. Then forty five. Then, shortly after the one hour mark, our food arrived.
Oh yeah, I said to noodlegirl at the time, Don’t you remember what Melissa and Colin told us? “Expect a long wait”
The longest I’ve ever waited for food in a restaurant was two and a half hours. It was at Cercle Sportif de Kigali. The barbecue was already hot. They weren’t particularly busy. I’d ordered a fish brochette.
Last week, I waited one and a half hours for the same dish at a beach front place in Senegal. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining (much). You get used to it. After a worryingly quick time, appallingly slow service becomes the norm.
You plan. You take games, books, load the phone with apps, have drawing paper and pencils on hand for kids. Heck, I wrote chunks of notes for my book while waiting in restaurants in Kigali. “The wait” makes you creative. It can be a good thing.
However, I never thought it was something a restaurant would want to boast about. Hence, my stifled chortle when I noticed the above sign in a restaurant window in downtown Dakar yesterday.
Service guaranteed. 55 minutes. Maximum.