Uruba Restaurant

The place is filthy. Hair on the table, the picture menu was covered in grime. Regulars were arguing over the news on the tv. Service was terrible also.

Like the bananas and water bottles, the salad came with the meal, iceberg lettuce. Like every Somali place I’ve ever been, my daughter was the only female in sight. This however doesn’t mean they are unfriendly to females, check it out, but perhaps it wouldn’t be the place for a sexy bachelorette party. You know, the ones where they wear dildos on their heads and do body shots on strange men.
We had some lightly battered fried chicken strips that I really enjoyed, so familiar and yet so different. The spaghetti sauce was greasy and meaty, just like me. I wish I could remember the name of the chicken so you can order it (Fred?), but no.
The only downside to this place is their environmentally unfriendly use of water bottles. I love tap water, I loathe bottled water, it’s just tap water without the safety precautions, 50 times more expensive, and fills the oceans with plastic. There’s a goopy floating mass of plastic twice the size of Hawaii circulating in the Pacific. It would be interesting to try and live on it for a year.
Money saved — $ 0, they wouldn’t take the Entertainment coupon (but from what I know about Entertainment, Uruba probably didn’t even want to be in the book).