Which way club Agenda?
Apr 30, 2009
CLUB Agenda 2000 first caught our attention nine years ago when we, residents of Kireka asked ourselves: “What happens in the year 2009, when the label ‘2000’ no longer denotes the new and exciting, but just shows how old you are?†Nine years late
By Ernest Bazanye
CLUB Agenda 2000 first caught our attention nine years ago when we, residents of Kireka asked ourselves: “What happens in the year 2009, when the label ‘2000’ no longer denotes the new and exciting, but just shows how old you are?†Nine years later they are still in business.
You have to hand it to them: it doesn’t look old. From the neat landscaping, with the lawns, the paved paths, the thatched roofs and the fountain, it is a clean and serene place to dine.
The place is neat but cramped and not entirely picturesque, though. To get to the lawns you have to pass through the gate, which is flanked by the most hideous statues of monkeys I have ever seen.
They are so bad, these statues, that I am sure real monkeys take offense and insist that those are statues of something else, not them.
On the evening I was there for this review there were three other patrons: each a single man at a table alone with just a beer and the calm atmosphere.
They were not eating. I assumed that they were waiting for the pork to be ready, then reconsidered. Anyone who has read the papers will be wary of swine.
One of the waiters in faded green polo shirts approached me a minute after I sat down and meekly asked what he could do for me.
It was hard to hear his quiet voice over the speakers blaring Bobi Wine and Clever J in the background but I was able to make out that he had chips-liver, chips-chicken and chips-sausage on offer.
Typical take-away prices—4,000 to 5,000 bob. I asked for the chips and liver and he turned round smartly to fetch it.
Meanwhile a family of about seven trooped onto the premises carrying a birthday cake. One of the little girls had a paper party hat on her head.
They bought a round of soda and sang for the little girl while I sat at my table behind them eating wretchedly cold chips and slimy liver.
Yes, the food at Agenda 2000 was not that good. Maybe that is why I was the only patron present who had actually ordered any.
CLUB Agenda 2000 first caught our attention nine years ago when we, residents of Kireka asked ourselves: “What happens in the year 2009, when the label ‘2000’ no longer denotes the new and exciting, but just shows how old you are?†Nine years later they are still in business.
You have to hand it to them: it doesn’t look old. From the neat landscaping, with the lawns, the paved paths, the thatched roofs and the fountain, it is a clean and serene place to dine.
The place is neat but cramped and not entirely picturesque, though. To get to the lawns you have to pass through the gate, which is flanked by the most hideous statues of monkeys I have ever seen.
They are so bad, these statues, that I am sure real monkeys take offense and insist that those are statues of something else, not them.
On the evening I was there for this review there were three other patrons: each a single man at a table alone with just a beer and the calm atmosphere.
They were not eating. I assumed that they were waiting for the pork to be ready, then reconsidered. Anyone who has read the papers will be wary of swine.
One of the waiters in faded green polo shirts approached me a minute after I sat down and meekly asked what he could do for me.
It was hard to hear his quiet voice over the speakers blaring Bobi Wine and Clever J in the background but I was able to make out that he had chips-liver, chips-chicken and chips-sausage on offer.
Typical take-away prices—4,000 to 5,000 bob. I asked for the chips and liver and he turned round smartly to fetch it.
Meanwhile a family of about seven trooped onto the premises carrying a birthday cake. One of the little girls had a paper party hat on her head.
They bought a round of soda and sang for the little girl while I sat at my table behind them eating wretchedly cold chips and slimy liver.
Yes, the food at Agenda 2000 was not that good. Maybe that is why I was the only patron present who had actually ordered any.