honeybee30
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One of the perks of staying at a deluxe resort with lots of nice restaurants and lounges is a little thing that we like to call the roll, waddle, and crawl factor. You can roll out of bed and catch a late breakfast. You can waddle back to your room after a big dinner. And best of all you can crawl to bed after a long night of drinking at the bar, all without leaving the comfort of your resort. 
We successfully practiced the waddle after dinner at Boma on day 1, so now it was time to activate the roll. We began day 3 with a 10am ADR at Boma for breakfast. This rocked (and we rolled .get it?!
) because we set the alarm for 9:30 and a half hour later we were drinking a delicious cup of freshly pressed Kenyan coffee! 
Boma was still really busy when we checked-in, so we got a buzzer and patiently waited our turn. When our buzzer buzzed, a CM showed us to our seat, which strangely was a 12 top. Confused by the large table, I said, But there are only 2 of us, to which she replied, Are you sure? DGF and I looked at each other and then looked behind us, and not seeing 10 other people, confirmed that yes indeed it was just the 2 of us. She then muttered something to herself, turned around, and walked away, leaving us standing in the middle of the restaurant like 2 little lost puppies in search of our coffee. DGF leaned over and whispered, I think we should follow her, so we walked back up to the podium and mentioned to the hostess that we still needed to be seated. We were led to a nice table and everything worked out, but sheesh lady, dont leave us hanging!
Despite their interesting approach to hostessing, Boma is a superb breakfast spot. The West African Frunch (a combination of lemonade, pineapple juice, guava juice, orange juice, and papaya juice), which we call Bongo juice because were weird, is fruitalicious, but the Kenyan coffee is the goods! Dont be cheap, pay extra for the pressed pot! And then go buy some Kenyan coffee beans in the gift shop to take home! You wont regret it!
On my plate, we have scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, breakfast potatoes, pineapple, and brioche French toast.
Everything on this plate was yummy, but the brioche French toast was hella good. I think I got thirds on this along with the bacon love.
DGFs plate includes all the same stuff on my plate, plus pap with toppings.
Im scared of white, slimy-looking stuff named pap, but DGF said it tasted like cream of wheat, which may comfort you or may have no effect depending on your feelings about gruel, I mean mush, I mean delicious hot breakfasty cereal products (just in case we have a cream of wheat stock-holder in the audience).
For dessert (because brioche French toast should be followed by something sweet), I gathered this plate of goodies:
It looks like red fruits, small assorted pastries, and ahh yes, more bacon.
Little did we know, as we hunted down our last side of pork, that we had entered the Bomuda Triangle, in which everything, including your unfinished, spendy, pressed pot of Kenyan coffee, disappears from your table!
It turns out that the same CM, who doubted our ability to count and then left us high and dry in the middle of the dining room, decided that we had had quite enough bacon for one morning and cleared our table. Allrighty then! Does that mean we dont have to pay? No such luck. She apologized. We reminded her to take her meds. It was all good.
But please, dont let these supernatural occurrences scare you away. Breakfast at Boma is the shiznit.
We successfully practiced the waddle after dinner at Boma on day 1, so now it was time to activate the roll. We began day 3 with a 10am ADR at Boma for breakfast. This rocked (and we rolled .get it?!
) because we set the alarm for 9:30 and a half hour later we were drinking a delicious cup of freshly pressed Kenyan coffee! Boma was still really busy when we checked-in, so we got a buzzer and patiently waited our turn. When our buzzer buzzed, a CM showed us to our seat, which strangely was a 12 top. Confused by the large table, I said, But there are only 2 of us, to which she replied, Are you sure? DGF and I looked at each other and then looked behind us, and not seeing 10 other people, confirmed that yes indeed it was just the 2 of us. She then muttered something to herself, turned around, and walked away, leaving us standing in the middle of the restaurant like 2 little lost puppies in search of our coffee. DGF leaned over and whispered, I think we should follow her, so we walked back up to the podium and mentioned to the hostess that we still needed to be seated. We were led to a nice table and everything worked out, but sheesh lady, dont leave us hanging!
Despite their interesting approach to hostessing, Boma is a superb breakfast spot. The West African Frunch (a combination of lemonade, pineapple juice, guava juice, orange juice, and papaya juice), which we call Bongo juice because were weird, is fruitalicious, but the Kenyan coffee is the goods! Dont be cheap, pay extra for the pressed pot! And then go buy some Kenyan coffee beans in the gift shop to take home! You wont regret it!
On my plate, we have scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, breakfast potatoes, pineapple, and brioche French toast.
Everything on this plate was yummy, but the brioche French toast was hella good. I think I got thirds on this along with the bacon love.
DGFs plate includes all the same stuff on my plate, plus pap with toppings.
Im scared of white, slimy-looking stuff named pap, but DGF said it tasted like cream of wheat, which may comfort you or may have no effect depending on your feelings about gruel, I mean mush, I mean delicious hot breakfasty cereal products (just in case we have a cream of wheat stock-holder in the audience).
For dessert (because brioche French toast should be followed by something sweet), I gathered this plate of goodies:
It looks like red fruits, small assorted pastries, and ahh yes, more bacon.
Little did we know, as we hunted down our last side of pork, that we had entered the Bomuda Triangle, in which everything, including your unfinished, spendy, pressed pot of Kenyan coffee, disappears from your table!
It turns out that the same CM, who doubted our ability to count and then left us high and dry in the middle of the dining room, decided that we had had quite enough bacon for one morning and cleared our table. Allrighty then! Does that mean we dont have to pay? No such luck. She apologized. We reminded her to take her meds. It was all good.But please, dont let these supernatural occurrences scare you away. Breakfast at Boma is the shiznit.
Its been fun writing the dining review, but I dont think a TR is in the cards. Its back to school next week, so Ill be writing lesson plans and grading papers in my spare time. 
That was too funny. Sorry that happened to you, especially with that yummy coffee! I agree with you that Boma's pressed coffee is so so good.
I totally agree!!! We ate/drank three times at Flying Fish last trip and thank goodness no one had to figure out bus routes after!
I have tried! Really!) I can't do cream of wheat. But I do like oatmeal. Maybe it is because I have to chew it a little.
People are killed for less everyday. I should know. I have and will kill for less- like cheesecake or Tusker beer.
Never separate a women from her coffee or her cheesecake!
But I agree pairing a nice bottle of wine with a good meal is absolutely one of the finer things in life! Cheers!
