By Ernest Bazanye
WE used to happen at the place known in legend as Wagadugu, my peers and I often passed a place named LaFontaine that was right next to the adventure and excitement of Wags.
I sometimes wondered about the time in my life when I would be a sedate professional man who dines in places with such names.
As opposed to a numbskull who spends all his money on beer and loud music in places like Wagadugu. I looked at LaFointaine as a sign of maturity.
Well, I was there last week. Wagadugu was way better. Not because of the adventure and excitement. Those were just an illusion caused by the beer. But becauseâ€¦ well, let me walk you through.
LaFointaine is situated next to Iguana, the former Wagadugu, in Kisementi.
The tablecloths, and even the chairs have cloth laid over them, give you a feeling that you are going to have a nice dinner. Bamboo and lots of plants strengthen that feeling.
However, my hopes dissolved into the echoing emptiness of the place when I spent twenty minutes staring at vacant seats and waiting for someone to show up to serve me.
When my guest arrived, and we had waited a bit longer, I eventually got up and walked over to the bar to tell the people there, who had been watching us all along, that we could use some help if they didnâ€™t mind.
The waiter supplied a pair of old greasy menus and we picked out a pair of sandwiches. But when my BLT sandwich came, it looked wretched, limp and sad.
And my guestâ€™s chicken sandwich was just like the packed lunch she could easily have made for herself at home.
Time to give up on the idea that LaFontaine was that much better than a take-away.
My guest enjoyed a treat they called Coffee Delight, though. I might have not been disappointed if I had come in with lower expectations, though.
LaFontaine is not where ex-happening dudes go for elegant coffees or dinners to show that they have moved on in the world.
Itâ€™s a place where you wait 40 minutes for a soggy sandwich.