[Mand meru]

> I remember one
>>of the junior chefs was reprimanded for making hard
>>quesadillas. Jamaa was like 'make it yourself'...disrobed
>and
>>left for good.
>
>
>:D I can imagine his fury!
> Anywayz no wonder I hate eating out.Peeps doing all sorts of
>dirty stuff on the food. I remember back in the day,may be I
>was in class 5 or 6, I went to Gikomba with my mum and the
>sight of that place made me to stay hungry for a whole day and
>to this day I hate Gikomba----filthy filthy filthy!
>
>
What about buying boiled maize by the roadside, especially in nakuru, not knowing that the water used to boil the stuff was what the kamama had bathed with.
Worse still buying roasted maize in kericho/molo not knowing that as the guy was chomaring the stuff he spat phlegm, sneezed and occassionally picked his nose with his hand.
The worst one for me was in pand-pieri hotel. Si I had a massive hunger, ducked into the ka-hotel for ugali matumbo. As I was ravenously enjoying my 50/- bob meal a mad man with fleas all over his body came and stood by the door. He fixed his mad gaze at me and with every bite I took of the meal he winced in pain. Needless to say I couldn't eat no more to his joy. He devoured the remaining stuff with satanic frenzy.
That was my last with what I call 'low class' hotels. But in places like siaya and maseno there is hardly a choice, is there?