Every Thursday Pork lovers herd, er, head out to Golden Spur to sample their eat- all-you-can delicacy. Our writer sampled the ribs. Let’s face it, when asked what your favourite meat is, pork is probably the last thing that comes to mind, right? I could be wrong. I hope I’m wrong. Because the guys at Golden Spur in Westlands make some sweet swine. Swine so good, it throws chicken out the window, and bullies the beef.

It took my sister a while to convince me to head to Spurs. She’d been going on and on about their Thursday all you-can-eat spare ribs. I relented and went there on condition that she paid. She did, and I lost a bet. Now I have to take her back there. And pay.

We were welcomed with a friendly smile, seated immediately without having booked a prior reservation, and guaranteed that we’d enjoy the meal. Takes a lot of guts to guarantee that. But that guy knew what he was talking about. Took a while to get served as the place was pretty packed for a Thursday, but once the pork came, I forgave them.

Served with some chips (French fries) or roast potato, a small salad and caramelized onions, the plate was barely on the table before I started tucking in. I’ve never been a big fan of any meat served while still on bone, I’m more of a fillet person, but I was hungry, and this was

worth it. The presentation was basic, the chips an inviting golden brown, the ribs a deep brown, the colour of molasses. The ribs were packing some good chunks on them. Nothing spare about those ribs!

The chunks slid off the bone with ease, then melted in my mouth, the sticky sweetness

of the glaze bursting with flavor, mingling with the pork in a delicious dance on my tongue. Confession: I let out one of those low moans. I couldn’t help it! Lucky for me even those seated close to us didn’t hear it; the place is set so there’s some privacy even when surrounded by other diners.

You should have seen us, my sister and I, surrounded by warm lighting, throwing its soft glow on walls adorned with earth-toned paintings, tucking into the meat like our plates were about to be snatched from us. The only thing done to our plates was being heaped with another helping of ribs. I loved the pork, only managed two helpings though, and by

the second one I’d given up on my diet and using cutlery. Some things just taste better when eaten with your bare hands. Plus those around us were either too busy stuffing their faces, or adjusting themselves to more comfortable positions after overeating, to notice.

The only other place I’ve been to in Nairobi that compares is the Carnivore. The pork that comes with their meat platter is glorious, the chunks smaller, but still meaty, the glaze a bit thicker. Perfect for someone with a sweet tooth like me.

But for 1,350 shillings, Spurs was great. The servings sizeable (though I could have done with more salad), the wait between serving one and two short, considering she brought the second before I was done with the first. And the ambience, relaxed. Our waitress was polite, but not warm. Not like the gentleman who met us at the door. But the food, the ambience, was more than worth it.