Canadian Restaurant - no poutine, no maple syrup, no moose steaks.
From Sep 2011 until Dec 2013, I was in Kampala - on and off - getting to know the people, learning about the spoken word movement, shooting Somebody Clap For Me. Of course I had to eat, and soon I had a favourite restaurant for local food; the Canadian Restaurant on Ggaba rd.
So why is it called Canadian? Well, legend goes that the restaurant had a different name, but since the staff of a Canadian NGO nearby was eating there every day, the neighbours referred to it as "canadian" and the name caught on. The owner and chef, the lovely Ms. Nakanwagi Rose, decided to officially name the restaurant Canadian, had the sign made to put up front, and that was that. But does it serve Canadian food? No.
Two years later, i have cravings for her food. I try to reproduce it at home, but it's never the same thing. I've eaten the same menu at the Sheratons and Proteas and Serenas in Kampala, but they don't come even close in flavour, seasonings and care. Maama Canadian cooks with love and you can taste it.