At Jose where TV tax works
Sep 30, 2005
Whoever put matches of three English Premiership giants on the same day, same hour last weekend, must have connived with the people at Jose restaurant.
Whoever put matches of three English Premiership giants on the same day, same hour last weekend, must have connived with the people at Jose restaurant.
Jose Restaurant and Bar is found on Kabaka Anjagala Road off the road heading to Bulange. It has all the potential of a good joint save for a few rough lines to take care of. The place has good enclosed parking, an outer shed where a big screen shows matches and an inner bar/restaurant, where another big screen also shows matches. The problem is that both TVs are served by one decorder.
This not withstanding, whoever enters during any part of any match deemed to be big, whether they are interested in football or not, has to pay a TV tax of sh500. Beer is sh1,600 and soda sh600. The drinks are cold and the loos clean. The owner also runs an outside catering service. Whenever they are taking food outside, all staff are taken except two or three who, after being overwhelmed by orders and requests for attention, start behaving like potholes; annoying, going nowhere and more dangerous the longer they stay.
Diana has never liked this place and so, because I wanted to work on her nerves, I brought her here. Her ex-boyfriend has suddenly surfaced and she is no longer sure whether she was annoyed with him or not. She has remembered the word forgiveness exists somewhere in the Bible and she is obstinate enough to discuss it with me.
Last Saturday, I wanted to explain to her that, one, I was sorry to report that things lately were not going well. Two, that in this particular case, silence was not going to be golden and three, that I would not vote against her reconciliation with Mr loverboy. The third point brought tears in her eyes. She accused me of many things, including not loving her, not being jealous and using her. She said if she were me, she would not share her with any man. She would not imagine enjoying the sight of this hard-won girlfriend with another man, even if she did not like the man as much.
She refused to accept my argument that we had enjoyed using each other and that jealousy had never been part of our relationship pact. This argument did not end because at that time, a referendum was held between Arsenal and Man U supporters on which match to be shown and Man U got a Yes vote.
We (me, Diana and another couple, who were sharing a coke), threatened to walk out and because we were the only people buying drinks, the bar’s electoral commission nullified the results and proposed that we auction the remote control. I think people are very poor. The hammer fell on my stake at sh3,800 yet I was still loaded. So we survived the ghastly sight of Man U being blackburned.
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Jose Restaurant and Bar is found on Kabaka Anjagala Road off the road heading to Bulange. It has all the potential of a good joint save for a few rough lines to take care of. The place has good enclosed parking, an outer shed where a big screen shows matches and an inner bar/restaurant, where another big screen also shows matches. The problem is that both TVs are served by one decorder.
This not withstanding, whoever enters during any part of any match deemed to be big, whether they are interested in football or not, has to pay a TV tax of sh500. Beer is sh1,600 and soda sh600. The drinks are cold and the loos clean. The owner also runs an outside catering service. Whenever they are taking food outside, all staff are taken except two or three who, after being overwhelmed by orders and requests for attention, start behaving like potholes; annoying, going nowhere and more dangerous the longer they stay.
Diana has never liked this place and so, because I wanted to work on her nerves, I brought her here. Her ex-boyfriend has suddenly surfaced and she is no longer sure whether she was annoyed with him or not. She has remembered the word forgiveness exists somewhere in the Bible and she is obstinate enough to discuss it with me.
Last Saturday, I wanted to explain to her that, one, I was sorry to report that things lately were not going well. Two, that in this particular case, silence was not going to be golden and three, that I would not vote against her reconciliation with Mr loverboy. The third point brought tears in her eyes. She accused me of many things, including not loving her, not being jealous and using her. She said if she were me, she would not share her with any man. She would not imagine enjoying the sight of this hard-won girlfriend with another man, even if she did not like the man as much.
She refused to accept my argument that we had enjoyed using each other and that jealousy had never been part of our relationship pact. This argument did not end because at that time, a referendum was held between Arsenal and Man U supporters on which match to be shown and Man U got a Yes vote.
We (me, Diana and another couple, who were sharing a coke), threatened to walk out and because we were the only people buying drinks, the bar’s electoral commission nullified the results and proposed that we auction the remote control. I think people are very poor. The hammer fell on my stake at sh3,800 yet I was still loaded. So we survived the ghastly sight of Man U being blackburned.
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