Tulifanya, home of delicious Rosti
Jun 04, 2009
BAZARABUSA Drive is in one of those parts of Bugolobi that we all know are supposed to be residential areas, but which are actually offices. Instead of spoilt brats fighting, all the bungalows are full of computers, secretaries and IT people hard at eithe
By Ernest Bazanye
BAZARABUSA Drive is in one of those parts of Bugolobi that we all know are supposed to be residential areas, but which are actually offices. Instead of spoilt brats fighting, all the bungalows are full of computers, secretaries and IT people hard at either work or Facebook.
Amid all this business, NGO activity, etc sits Tulifanya Restaurant. It’s not that hard to find because they have a prominent sign under the larger one that indicates Bazarabusa Drive.
Look for the sign with the word “Tulifanya†painted over in white. We asked the waiter why the name of the place was blanked off the sign and he explained, quite merrily, about how they had to prevent confusion with the other Tulifanya Restaurant: the one you know better as Tulifanya Gallery, in town, opposite Crested Towers.
The one we were currently situated in is not a gallery. It is another converted crib, of course, with the garage turned into a shop trading African clothes and jewellery and, on part of the lawns, a few tables laid out, smart and elegant, with green tablecloths and woven … tablemats.
We had barely sat when our jolly waiter appeared to welcome us and tell us all about the blanked out sign. My guests had a better idea of what they wanted, but I decided to gamble.
They had a pepper steak and chicken curry, but I opted for what the menu called Beef Liver that was made in butter and served with Rosti. I chose it because I like the word “butterâ€.
It portends good things. Rosti, which we all had on our plates, deserves its own glowing review. It’s a potato dish from Sweden that is made of shredded, then baked, then fried potatoes.
Or maybe I have got the order of the processes wrong. Either way, the result was heavenly. We asked the chef for the recipe but he didn’t want to give it to us, so he politely offered to come to cook it at our homes instead.
The other meals were excellent. The chicken curry was incredible and the steak was magnificent. My liver was, unfortunately, just like normal liver and gets rating of “average.â€
And I should know by now not to order rice with a meal I am not sure will have sauce to go with it, but the rosti? Ah, the rosti. The rosti made it all worthwhile.
BAZARABUSA Drive is in one of those parts of Bugolobi that we all know are supposed to be residential areas, but which are actually offices. Instead of spoilt brats fighting, all the bungalows are full of computers, secretaries and IT people hard at either work or Facebook.
Amid all this business, NGO activity, etc sits Tulifanya Restaurant. It’s not that hard to find because they have a prominent sign under the larger one that indicates Bazarabusa Drive.
Look for the sign with the word “Tulifanya†painted over in white. We asked the waiter why the name of the place was blanked off the sign and he explained, quite merrily, about how they had to prevent confusion with the other Tulifanya Restaurant: the one you know better as Tulifanya Gallery, in town, opposite Crested Towers.
The one we were currently situated in is not a gallery. It is another converted crib, of course, with the garage turned into a shop trading African clothes and jewellery and, on part of the lawns, a few tables laid out, smart and elegant, with green tablecloths and woven … tablemats.
We had barely sat when our jolly waiter appeared to welcome us and tell us all about the blanked out sign. My guests had a better idea of what they wanted, but I decided to gamble.
They had a pepper steak and chicken curry, but I opted for what the menu called Beef Liver that was made in butter and served with Rosti. I chose it because I like the word “butterâ€.
It portends good things. Rosti, which we all had on our plates, deserves its own glowing review. It’s a potato dish from Sweden that is made of shredded, then baked, then fried potatoes.
Or maybe I have got the order of the processes wrong. Either way, the result was heavenly. We asked the chef for the recipe but he didn’t want to give it to us, so he politely offered to come to cook it at our homes instead.
The other meals were excellent. The chicken curry was incredible and the steak was magnificent. My liver was, unfortunately, just like normal liver and gets rating of “average.â€
And I should know by now not to order rice with a meal I am not sure will have sauce to go with it, but the rosti? Ah, the rosti. The rosti made it all worthwhile.