They got her goat at 'The Sheraton'

After a week and a half in Tanzania, I fancied myself something of a connoisseur of goat-on-a-stick. Neema and I had lunched at a series of what seemed to me such marginal establishments– and I'd not only survived, but enjoyed, the plates of dubious meat and sodden fries – that I was starting to get a little cocky. Then, I visited The Sheraton.