On our trip the previous December, we had dined at Boma and had really enjoyed it there (Wingnut especially). He was very enthusiastic about adding it to this trip's lineup. During this visit, I had spoken with one of the chefs about my allergies, and had been walked through the buffet line, being told what I could and could not eat. We had all been happily surprised at the amount of things I was able to have that did not have cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger, etc.
When we arrived at Boma for our reservation, the waiting area was packed. As was the Victoria Falls lounge above. We were given a buzzer and set loose as far as the gift shop off the lobby. We made our way back up to the couches in the lobby and collapsed into them.
While waiting, I used a great deal of my willpower to comment only once (or possibly twice) about how it was too bad we weren't waiting to eat at Jiko again.
After a bit of a wait, the buzzer went off, and we made our way back downstairs, and were seated in the back area of the restaurant.
We told the server that I had some food allergies, and were told that the chef would be over. I anticipated a similar buffet walk-through as last year, a few things I couldn't have, a few things I could. Wingnut waited with me, despite my urging that he go visit the buffet unencumbered
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The chef came by, and we all went up to the buffet together. I told him my litany of allergies, and he began to consider every dish intently, as though running through each recipe in his head.
"You can't have this, or this, you can have this, not this, these, nothing from this station..."
This continued down the line, my options extremely limited. Somewhere before the hummus (hummuses? hummi?) he stopped.
"I'll make you a special plate," he offered, "I'll make you some chicken, some beef, some vegetables, all allergy-free. And I may be able to make you dessert as well, possibly."
Wingnut and I thanked him profusely as he went back to the kitchen. I was excited to see the plate that would be coming, and was relieved to not have to negotiate the buffet of lurking spice danger. At least, for me.
While we were still at the buffet, I took a bowl of soup (lentil, I believe) and some fruit (both safe).
I commented to Wingnut that the recipes must have changed a bit over the past year, as the amount of food I would be able to have was reduced so dramatically. He agreed, that they might be making them a bit more sweet and spiced. Just our theory, no real evidence
Wingnut started to get his dinner as well. (I don't have pictures of his plates, sorry!) His opinion on dinner: "The food was absolutely excellent. I tried several of the soups and each was delicious. My favorite soup was definitely the Coconut Curry Seafood with cous cous. It had generous amounts of seafood (shrimp, muscles, clams, even a scallop or two) and a wonderful flavor.
The carved meats are always a crowd pleaser, and were especially good if you enjoy the spicy topping or the boma mustard. And as always, the fufu was sweet and wonderful."
While Wingnut at the buffet, the chef arrived with my plate. I'm pretty sure I looked something like this:
WOW. WOW. Never have I ever had something this impressive put in front of me, especially as a specially-made plate. In addition to its skyscraping height, this plate was packed with awesome goodies.
Here it is, a bit dismantled for easier viewing. From the top, we have a cracker/crispy bread, mixed veggies, salmon, parsnip mashed potatoes ("I hope you like parsnips, I love them" the chef laughed when describing the dish), beef, chicken, and asparagus.
Not only was this impressive and wonderful-looking, everything tasted absolutely delicious. The parsnip mashed potatoes were my favorite item on the plate. Everything was wonderfully seasoned, and I was given a fantastic variety of items, as many as the plate could hold!
After we ate and ate and ate, our server came by and asked if the chef was making me something special for dessert.
"Um...maybe? I'm not sure." Wingnut and I looked at each other, not wanting to be rude.
"I'll go check."
Soon after, this appeared at our table, along with the chef, who genuinely thanked us for coming, and hoped we would return soon:
Here we have a zebra dome, two little coffee pastries, a brownie, some berries, and that chocolate writing I love to break apart and eat. Wingnut got the coffee pastries, and I kept that zebra dome on my half of the table
. Oh, and the berries too. I love berries. We may have split the brownie. Or I might have eaten the whole thing (more likely scenerio).
Wingnut says, "the chef was amazing and did everything possible to make sure you had a good meal. He went above and beyond any expectations we could have, and almost looked at cooking for you as a challenge and needed to feed you like he did a family member."
I absolutely agree. We had a wonderful meal at Boma, and were made to feel entirely welcomed and taken care of, despite presenting the chef with some uncommon allergy concerns. I never could have anticipated how well both of us would be fed that night!