I ran into a friend while poking around Kijabe Street for a lawn mower the other day. Someone I hadn’t seen in a while. He said, “Let’s grab something to eat.” I followed him to Bamboo Cask in Ngara. A hidden gem - for me, anyway. I’m sure someone reading this is already rolling their eyes, thinking, please, this place is known by anyone who knows anything about meat.
You know it’s a serious joint because there’s a carwash in the same compound. Which means it’s the kind of place where people arrive mid-afternoon and accidentally stay into the evening.
