Later in the evening, Stephen wanted to take us out to an Arabic restaurant for dinner. Nduku asked if it was a fancy restaurant, but Stephen insisted there was nothing special about it. Nduku and I wanted something more, well, different. Something indigenous, more adventurous as far as the environment and atmosphere or wherever we were eating, something a bit grimy, a hole in the wall, in the cut, something not fancy.
When we first walked into Reem Al Bawadi, well, let’s just say fancy might’ve been an understatement to us. Perhaps because of all the money in Dubai, this was as original as it gets, but where you see a photo of Nelly on the wall with the Arab world’s most famous entertainers, well, that’s fancy.
The place was really cool, though. It definitely had an atmosphere unlike any we’ve been to in America. Arabs in traditional clothing dominated the place. Either tourists didn’t know about the place or we didn’t get the memo about the dress code.
The food? Delish. The service? Not so much. But it’s definitely a place I’d want to visit again. I was a bit frustrated we didn’t get to do Abu Dhabi like I wanted, but the restaurant had a vibe to it that made me forget about a missed opportunity.
The highlight, though, was an Arabic family not far from us celebrating a birthday. At first I thought nothing of it, but Arabs singing Happy Birthday was funny. Happy Birthday in English that is. But they were just warming up. The real song followed and they know how to wish a happy birthday…
It was a good night. Great food. Surprisingly nippy being in the desert, but it is technically winter.
On the way home, though, we stopped by a little shopping center. We just needed to grab a few items, like re-upping the Mountain Dew. Have you ever wondered what cereal Arabs ate?
In addition to the western influence in their choice of foods, well, Arabs are also accommodating for those non-Muslims. Everyone knows Muslims don’t eat pork so you wouldn’t expect to see it in their grocery stores, right?
In the shopping center was a place Stephen recommended for tea. It’s called Shakespeares. I know, right!?
Nduku, Stephen and Mutethya got tea to cap the night off. Though America used to be a British colony like Kenya, we don’t do tea. Well, unless it’s iced tea in a huge jar that was left in the sun all day to absorb that deliciousness that Southerners have mastered.
So, while they sipped on their beverages and chatted, I was busy chasing Najwa around the shopping mall.