Last night, Julius and I walked across the main Nyambirambo road and over one block to a late dinner at a beautiful, out of the way restaurant called The Capri. It’s a sprawling place with indoor and outdoor spaces, both large and intimate, beautifully maintained and immaculate.
For the last couple of days (as certain ones of you already know), I’ve been jonesing for a salad and beer. That’s a strange combination, I know, but it is what it is. I was hungry for fresh, cold food so tantalizingly close because of the market, but still rare on our table. And the beer? Probably craving extra calories but not such a fan of soda.
That’s what I was ravenous for, just like I know that when I get home to Texas, I will crave chicken and grapes.
But last night, beautiful last night, I got just what I wanted. Continue reading