Excerpt of Bob NC's trip report....
We arrive at the Boma desk a little before 6, and request a table for 2. We take our little beepy thing and go up the stairs to Victoria Falls, where Jane orders a Baileys on ice and I order their finest African beer, which happens to be Casablanca. I liked the Casablanca, it was a saucy little beer with a hint of a bite. By the way, Im drinking a coffee right now that seems fairly saucy with a hint of a bite....Oh, the potatoes I made to go along with last nites pork chops were a tad saucy with a hint of a bite too. Anyway, the total was $14.66 with tip.
After maybe 5-7 minutes, (15-20 minutes for you folks that stay at CSR), our beeper goes off and downstairs we go. We get a great table for 2 right next to the window. Our waiter, who Jane insists looks just like Mango from Saturday Night Live, tells us how the buffet works. I wonder if people ever look at him in wonderment and say..Ohhhh, we walk up there and put food on our plates?....Interesting
The first thing I try is a chicken/corn soup that is excellent. Jane tries a few salads, but I notice that shes not doing much more than trying them. Theres a lot of leftovers on that plate. Then I notice plates being removed from peoples tables with lots of food left on them.
I go up and bypass the carving station as I want to try some of the more unusual food, (Of which there is a lot), that folks rave about. I fill my plate with some brown stuff, some green and yellowish stuff, some crumbly stuff, and some other things and such. As I sit down I notice that more and more plates are walking by on the way to the kitchen half loaded with food. Then I notice the line getting longer and longer at the carving station. I try the brown stuff. The first couple bites taste ok, but I quickly tire of it. Then I try the greenish yellow dish....not crazy about it. The other things and such are the same. Mango comes by and removes my plate. I head for the prime rib line, then search for something recognizable to go with it. Bread. I make a couple trips to the prime rib line till I get my moneys worth, with Mango removing my empty plate each time. One thing I have to say is the desserts are great. The fresh, pressed at your table coffee is great. I load up on zebra domes, cheesecakes and various and sundry other sweets.
I honestly dont know what folks are raving about with this place. I guess walking up to the desk at 6:00 pm at one of the busiest times of year without a PS and only waiting 5 minutes for a table should tell me something. In the real world, restaurants open to the public, offer their food, make adjustments to what they offer, make adjustments to their recipes as required. At Boma, they offer food that nobody has ever had before, so theres their excuse. Even if something is awful, they just say, Well, its exotic and different and you just dont know what youre talking about. Nobody ever says, Gosh chef, I think you need just a touch more ostrich saliva in that Foo Foo, or, If you sprinkled just a touch more hummingbird eyes over this crumbly stuff, well, ummmmm.
If it were just me, I could live with that. But I think more food was going into the busboys bucket than was going into peoples mouths. And the line at the prime rib stop just got longer and longer. Oh well, we just wont go back there. ($62.97)