The Confab has been on the lips of a couple of people lately – and of course, wondering where it is, I discover it nestled next to the Angolan embassy in town. The classy restaurant hasn’t been open long, but looks pretty, especially when you’re looking for a place with a good view and relaxing atmosphere.
But if you’re wondering about the name – an explanation is given to you on the menu: Confab. An informal private conversation or discussion. As in “the men clustered together for a quick confab”. Yep, it’s a thing. There’s nothing I love more than friendly waiters and waitresses. The day I enter the doors of The Confab, which is owned by Tjuna Kauapirurua, it’s pretty empty (which is a bonus). Hot and tired from the scorching Namibian sun, I’m happy to be served immediately by a waitress who’s ready to help me out with freshly squeezed orange juice. And she knows that I’m looking for a lot of ice without asking. Bonus.
I take some time to scan the area which is blessed with plenty of natural light – and thanks to the palm trees on display, it’s almost like you’re hanging out in Miami. And just as I’m checking out the menu, which consists of English breakfasts, soups and other starters, the waitress surprises me with the specials, which she knows off the top of her head. These include creamy pasta alfredo and grilled chicken breast with monkey gland sauce, among others.
To be honest, I was quite glad, because the menu had an interesting selection, but there wasn’t much that I wanted on there. So I went for beef stroganoff with spaghetti. The fancier sounding, the better right? And I’m proven… well… kind of right.
The presentation may have been a little off, but the food was delicious. It tasted exactly like a home cooked meal – just the way I like it. To be honest, I thought I had enough space for dessert, for the aesthetic, you know, but my stroganoff, which dripped with sauce and flavour, was almost too much to handle.
I took a doggy bag home and didn’t feel guilty about it at all. Other reviews have shown that with The Confab, you never quite know what you’re going to get. Either you’re going to walk in to great service or everything will go horribly wrong and you’ll swear that you’ll never set foot in the place again. Hopefully it’s not the latter. Growing pains, perhaps?
