“Surprise me,” my 15-year-old daughter, back from boarding school said when I asked her where she would like to go for dinner. I picked BaoBox, the new one on Nairobi’s General Mathenge Drive. It was Tuesday, and a classic film about a killer shark was screening from a massive screen in the outdoor seating area when we arrived.
We sat in a booth with a hard wooden seat. Trouble started when the waiter asked for my name, number, and e-mail for us to access the menu from his gadget. Of course, I said no. “Why do you need my details to order food?,” I asked. He said it’s the way the system is built. I said that is a ridiculous system. Swords unsheathed, and a back-and-forth ensued. On the screen, a shark bit someone’s leg off.
