I may not be ice cream to make everyone happy but I sure definitely know how to try. This was a case when my uncle missed his flight to Dubai. Obviously it was Uncle Ess’s fault as I fondly call him. So I turned to him and I said we can’t remain here till tomorrow.
While driving back to town I noticed he wasn’t in a good mood and all efforts to make him smile or laugh proved abortive. Approaching city gate he turned and said Alhaji I’m hungry. I smiled and knew exactly where to take him to. Besides there’s a saying that goes “the way to ones heart is through the stomach”.
Few moments later we were at Calabar Aroma Restaurant seated on N018 Buchana crescent wuse 2, off the ever busy Aminu kano with Emab plaza as the landmark. From the entrance at the gate one is greeted with a green carpet leading to the door.
We opened the door with the key at the door mouth and made our way to our seats. The menu was already on the table so there was no need to ask. We quickly went through the menu and we both settled for pounded yam and afang soup with beef. I deliberately refused asking for the wait time because I’ve come to realise most of these restaurants hardly keep to time. So I just sat there while my uncle was still wearing his frown like a kid denied access to the play ground.
30minutes later large bowls of water and hand wash were brought. This meant our food was about to be served but little did I know it was a cheap tactics as we waited almost 10 minutes before the arrival of the beautiful well shaped pounded yam and a well garnished green afang soup served in a white bowl, giving it that attractive and mouth watery appearance.
Indeed this was calabar aroma. Soft, smooth and easy. That was how the pounded yam passed through my throat. By this time my uncle seemed relaxed and was smiling. Every bite came with a sweet and delicious sensation. This was so far the best afang soup I have had as compared to the overcooked vegetable I had somewhere else.
My uncle enjoyed his meal so much that he ordered for Chinese fried rice as take away. But after a very long wait we were quite displeased to discover we were given Nigerian fried rice and the excuse was that the chef didn’t get the order correctly.