1 /5 Susan Haines: The first time I visited the place was yesterday. After I read the reviews and the menu. The place is nice. It was very hot inside. I walked up to the cashier, who did not greet me. Rather he called me choffi. I was not welcomed at all.
I left and did not want to visit again, but my friend persuaded me to. So I attended again today around 1pm, and the cashier did not greet me. But because my friend persuaded me to visit, I greeted him. His response was, mhmmm and nodded. Things that goats do. The restaurant owner did the same thing after I greeted her, not knowing she was the owner.
There was enough natural sunlight in the place, until the restaurant owner requested the light be switched on. It didnt make a much difference.
I proceeded to inform him that I had vulnerabilities, but I would like to order some food. I asked if it was okay to sit down and have a meal, as I live far, I cannot take the food with me in my condition anyway. The cashier said that I was welcome to take a seat after making small talk with him. I told him where I was from, sadly he thought I was Jamaican. I am from Cape Coast.
I sat down at table no.8. I paid for Ghanian Fried rice and Fish stew, and Bofrot.
The Bofrot arrived piping hot, it was made with spoiled milk. Very disgusting. I told the cashier that there was something not right about it, as I queried if milk was used. He said milk was used. It was obviously rotten.
The main meal arrived on a grey tray. With some fresh salad. The fried rice was, tasteless, hard rice fit for a dog. If you dont know how to flavour food the traditional way, use Maggi. It tasted like soy sauce, but I asked before ordering and the cashier said there is none.
The stew had no taste either, overflowing with oil, yet there was no anointing. It just tasted like tomatoes drenched in oil, but there was fried fish in it. So why was the stew lacking that traditional fish flavour. The fish was not amazing.
That food took me a long way away from home. I was sure that this rice was not made there, but brought from another restaurant. If that other restaurant makes fried rice that way, that is fine, I did not order from them. However, clearly it means Annys doesnt know how to make proper Ghanian fried rice. That one was for diabetics.
My food was obviously given to another customer or person(s), who they know. While I ate something foreign to the business. I dont need to turn my head around to know. The business doesnt respect my money or good Ghanian business values, but their own ideals. That is wicked, because I paid for my meal, it was not free. It is also a bad way to get people socialising. When they do not know how to welcome people.
The restaurant is a members only club. Serving their own, while giving newcomers something replicated but not real. I dont understand how my food went to a different customer. Why do you think I want to make acquaintances with every living being that talks. Sometimes it is simply nice to enjoy a meal on your own, in a comfortable surrounding. But clearly they take customers for children thinking they can best inform their decision.
It seems as though I enjoyed my meal, when in reality I had to give an impartial review of the dog food that was served to me by goats. Go anywhere else.
Catherine
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