It takes a combination of balls and stupidity to open up your coffee/cafe thingummy right next to a franchise that has been doing what you are trying to do for years. This is either chutzpah, or you are dumb. I am yet to decide.
Urban Coffee is at Capital Centre, the corner before you turn to Java. (See what I mean?) When I checked in, the waiters looked eager for business (as I am sure they all do at the beginning, but oh, how quickly the glamour fades say to the tune of Rabbit Heart). The menu is small and organized, which is good. Choices can be made fast and easy (like the best kind of girl? Ha) The prices are higher than Java, and the portions are smaller than Java…I mean, come on. THEY’RE RIGHT NEXT TO THEM. Of course I am going to compare everything.
I had the breakfast special…thing. It’s a neat little package that offers you as much as it can with as little as it can. There was tea, baked beans (the throwback quality of which excited me immensely), egg, toast, salad and bacon. In tiny, tiny portions. The salad was NASTY. So very nasty. Bitter. I don’t know what was going on that day. The baked beans were five. The toast was miniscule, as if for a Lilliputian. The bacon and the omelette were very well done, as was the tea. I appreciate the giving out of free and varied magazines (Kenya Yetu, in which Biko has a marvelous piece on Fatherhood, and Ebony, Buidings of Kenya – an older version of what Mutua Matheka is trying to do with the Kenya254 thing – etc), but these folks need to oull up their socks, because next week, I will definitely walk right back around the corner to familiar territory.
p.s. Still haven’t watched Brave. Don’t know if I can work up the necessary enthusiasm to fork over 800 bob to watch Avatar…again. So now, Skyfall…