Fault Cedars for anything else, but chicken wings

If you told me a single is Sh800 a tot, I will ask you to stop smoking whatever it is you are smoking. So I don’t go. I also don’t go because of parking. Because often you have to leave the parking reversing into the main road, where someone on Lenana Road, rushing to a date, might ram into you.

Private club
Another reason I don’t go is because Cedars is some sort of a sorority, like a “private” club. The people who go to Cedars are regulars, they know each other by face or by name, and if they don’t they know each other by presence, they share a homogeneity; success and age. I suspect the average age group of the clientele is 46 years old.

I could be wrong. You never quite feel unwelcomed at Cedars, but you always get the feeling that you are a stranger. It’s like wandering into a strange home, they won’t necessarily shoot you with a poisoned arrow.

On the contrary, you will be shown kindness; given water to wash your feet and hands, and offered something to drink in a big gourd and maybe at dusk given a mat to sleep on. Then the next day you will be asked who you are and where you are headed. African hospitality. That’s Cedars.

Cozy bar
The only time I show up there is when someone has called a meeting and I usually sit inside in their small cozy bar, at the counter where a barman, someone who has been there for dog years will politely take an order. When I go the one thing I always have without fail is their chicken wings.

You will travel far and wide but you will never find chicken wings that rival the ones at Cedars. I have gone in an out of Cedars for years, sometimes taking even a year between visits but the quality of their chicken wings have held their ground.

Of all the things you might fault Cedars for, their chicken wings will make up for it.