Madness at Steak-out rock night.

If you’ve watched the movie titanic and saw how hands stretched out for help in the waters as the people drowned then you have a rough idea of how the hands stretch out to find a bottle of beer at the counter every Thursday night at steak out bar. Yes welcome to Rock night.

After years of struggle it seems rock has now been fully accepted as a genre on its own in Kampala. This you can tell by the droves of “hip” people that flock the steak out rock nite each Thursday. If it is not on demand how else you do explain the fact that it can take you a cool quarter hour just to access your favorite drink. It’s practically a hustle. You can tell that the bar man really needs a helper. From skimpily dressed university girls from Makerere University, K.I.U, Makerere Business School (MUBS) to recording artists, fashion show offs, accented youth, foreign tourists (summers) to the corporate world. Whether it is the rock music that pulls them to the venue or the dames for the males your answer is as good as mine. Because you can tell that some of the guys are only looking out for the finest looking girls just to say... hi! And yes indeed when one is easy enough to fall for the guys antics they’ll leave immediately to an unknown destination.

It’s on this night that you’ll probably find your sweet daughter as drunk as a brewery and your son smoking like judgment day is tomorrow. On one of the night’s I was there one girl who evidently looked like a first year university student got too drunk that she blacked out only to be rescued by three equally drunk dudes who volunteered to take her to her final resting place. Whether they were genuine enough to let her rest (no body seemed to care)

At the rock night you are on your own. Attitude, Ego’s and arrogance fill the air and you can sniff it. The white boys and girls shake their heads like they are in bar scene of the horror movie Brain Dead as the Dj plays the Likes of Limpbizkit, The Gorrillaz, Cold play, Faith Hill and all other sorts of rock bands. You can tell that the rock night has developed a strong cult following because the crowd can mime to all the songs played with much ease. The packing yard is filled with trendy “rides” The Mercedes Benz, Lexus, Jeep, BMW’s and of course the much common Caldinas and Toyota (kabina) going for the rock nite without a “whip” to Mark Mukasa is out of the question” I have to keep it real” he tells me ‘cause I seldom bring my broad out to the rock night’ he continues.

The venue is too packed that you’d rather keep in one position or you risk being stepped. The dames are more than the guys and that’s why it’s common to find one guy flirting with a bunch of four cute girls. The conversations rotate around issues like is that evanescence playing and damn you looking hot! (Pun). For sure if you decide to squeeze your way through the crowd, may be you won’t get disappointed if you’re a guy because if it’s a lady walking behind you then she’s be squeezing her boobs on your back and if it’s a lady walking just ahead of you then you won’t help it but your groin will be squeezing directly on her butt. That’s how packed it gets if you get the picture. When your’s truly the puzzle was there like I told you I tried to squeeze through the crowd of course while holding my favorite beer brand an ice cold club beer. Man do you know what happens just “squeezing” against me from the back was some dame’s boobs.

When it comes to fashion the ladies are dressed to murder…ma ma mama nze….if you’re from an island they can steal your watch when you’re just gaping at the dames. Of course the boys are equally on point, donning designer colognes, watches, video like denim e.t.c. It’s a show off, people are there to floss and be cool. The most common beer on the night is the club beer brand that goes for a cool 2000 UG shs. And trust Ugandan boys all the full beer drums are imbibed like it’s a drinking competition.

The night I was there proprietor Peter Wacha “Dings” sat closely by the bar smiling on with a buddy I guess he was happy that his steak out was pulling such a crowd each Thursday. The Dj wears a pompous attitude not that I am blaming him for it. His rock fans adore almost all records he plays and keep on shouting props to him. To which he pays back by playing the next favorite requests are made by the fans and they are answered instantly. When moving through the corridors, be sure to attract enough stares from all. It’s like they are asking who the hell is this now? Of course such a night cannot go without glitches there’s seldom fights and tiffs between drunken students (especially the Kenyan guys) and the Steak Out security personnel. The night I was there I witnessed a ‘melee’ between a Swahili speaking student and a mugged bouncer. He kept on shouting…you think you are big come on come so I can give you the mother of all fights… however his three buddies kept pulling him away from the equally aggressive security guy….hmm!

So you thought girls can’t drink…my friend go check out the rock night and you’ll see how many drunken girls we have around town (kyoka abawala!)I could take pages giving you a greater picture of the rock night at steak out but for now I’ll leave it that with the conclusion that ladies and gentlemen something has invaded town and is yet to stay with us.

Rock’s got a fan base in Kampala. At Steak Out every Thursday you’ll see that and tell your own story. One love!

For More Information,
please contact: Steak Out
Steak Out Limited
Plot 50, Lumumba Avenue, Nakasero
33420,KAMPALA, UGANDA
Email: Peter.wacha@steakoutkampala.com


Website: www.steakoutkampala.com