When a bar closes, it leaves you orphaned. You remain in limbo, unmoored, drifting from one establishment to the next that never quite fits. Too fancy. Too loud. Too pretentious. Inconsistent service. Or worse - it simply doesn't understand your inherent needs. What you want, what you have always wanted, is a bar that feels like drinking at home without actually feeling like you are at home. That precise calibration is rarer than it sounds.
I stumbled onto Coco's Bar on Moringa Grove, Kilimani, by pure happenstance. I was meeting a friend who was meeting three friends of his at Bab Al Yemen, a Yemeni restaurant nearby, for dinner.
