In Summary
  • There’s something that just encourages you to come to a place when the great service starts at the gate, forget even the door.

  • We were served by a cheerful and conscientious guy called Curtis, who came with menus as soon as we were seated.

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You know the song “Melanin” by Sauti Sol? The glorification of the African colour at its finest. This buzz word has become a rallying call for those who take pride in their blackness and diversity, and though the song is about women who embody this particular trait, the men in the video as well don’t look too shabby.

Inevitably, the trend has taken root in the form of Nairobi’s newest happy hour joint, located at Ananas Plaza across the road from the Lower Kabete Sarit Centre entrance. You may remember it as the glass place in its past life, but it has now converted into a watering hole for Westland’s thirsty professional post work clientele.

I am surprisingly resistant to change for a food reviewer, and so when this place was suggested as an alternative to my usual Westlands happy hour spot, I was naturally hesitant to go. I mean, it’s called Melanin. Why name something after something everyone is touting? It’s like calling your club Millennial, or something – and it makes you sound like you’re rather desperately trying to keep up with the buzzword Joneses.

A classic gin and tonic. PHOTO | ABIGAIL ARUNGA

A classic gin and tonic. PHOTO | ABIGAIL ARUNGA

But after I drove into the area and received such a friendly welcome from the guards at the gate, I was glad I overcame my myopic fears and gave it a chance.

The parking lot isn’t very big, but they look like they’re in the process of expanding it for public usage. As with almost everywhere in Westlands, there is an ongoing construction behind the actual food complex.

Did I mention that the guards were so nice? There’s something that just encourages you to come to a place when the great service starts at the gate, forget even the door. They didn’t bang my doors and directed me quickly to where I was supposed to go.

We were given bitings as we waited for our meal. PHOTO | ABIGAIL ARUNGA

We were given bitings as we waited for our meal. PHOTO | ABIGAIL ARUNGA

JUST RIGHT

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