Ask for the milk and spices
Oct 14, 2010
OASIS Mall, what you know as Nakumatt perhaps, is teeming with places to lay back and have a nice cup of tea or coffee in the evenings. There is the food court, too, if you want to eat. <br>
By Ernest Bazanye
OASIS Mall, what you know as Nakumatt perhaps, is teeming with places to lay back and have a nice cup of tea or coffee in the evenings. There is the food court, too, if you want to eat.
In addition to these, there is Treat House. Maybe, you are like me, and it is never registered on your radar as anything more than a trunk with an ice cream display. Perhaps I should have tried the ice cream. I might have had a more exciting adventure to report.
Instead, beguiled by the chairs I saw, and the sudden realisation that this was not just an ice cream stall, I sat and let the waitress approach me.
The menu was not promising. There was little on it that ascends above take-away fare, and even that was spelt nastily—which is a sign to take note of. I decided against the “sandwitchesâ€, “quin†cakes and “maffins†and asked for a cup of black tea and a banana cake.
The black tea costs sh2,500. The waitress really wanted to know if I preferred milk and spices. When you go there, ask for milk and spices. It gives them something to do.
Otherwise, what they end up bringing you is a teapot of plain hot water and an empty cup with a teabag sitting cosily inside it. If I enjoyed my tea, I cannot say Treat House makes good tea. I will say I make good tea at Treat House.
The banana cake was good, though. It was small, but I am not complaining. My bill came to sh3,500 as I was dining alone, poor me.
My final verdict is that if you are at Oasis and hate the fact that all the chips and sausage places are so far away over there on Dewinton Road, you have just been rescued. Treat House is the place for you.
OASIS Mall, what you know as Nakumatt perhaps, is teeming with places to lay back and have a nice cup of tea or coffee in the evenings. There is the food court, too, if you want to eat.
In addition to these, there is Treat House. Maybe, you are like me, and it is never registered on your radar as anything more than a trunk with an ice cream display. Perhaps I should have tried the ice cream. I might have had a more exciting adventure to report.
Instead, beguiled by the chairs I saw, and the sudden realisation that this was not just an ice cream stall, I sat and let the waitress approach me.
The menu was not promising. There was little on it that ascends above take-away fare, and even that was spelt nastily—which is a sign to take note of. I decided against the “sandwitchesâ€, “quin†cakes and “maffins†and asked for a cup of black tea and a banana cake.
The black tea costs sh2,500. The waitress really wanted to know if I preferred milk and spices. When you go there, ask for milk and spices. It gives them something to do.
Otherwise, what they end up bringing you is a teapot of plain hot water and an empty cup with a teabag sitting cosily inside it. If I enjoyed my tea, I cannot say Treat House makes good tea. I will say I make good tea at Treat House.
The banana cake was good, though. It was small, but I am not complaining. My bill came to sh3,500 as I was dining alone, poor me.
My final verdict is that if you are at Oasis and hate the fact that all the chips and sausage places are so far away over there on Dewinton Road, you have just been rescued. Treat House is the place for you.