There has been a lot of talk of salsiccia of late. This after a globe-trotting friend bought a house in Sea Point dubbed Casa Salsiccia, also known in her taal as the Worshuisie, for its narrow-long Victorian-style design. Problem is I don’t confidently recall having tried this Italian sausage. When Massimo of Hout Bay started tweeting about this wurst and his intention to re-open a restaurant there my nostrils flared in a manner more epicurean than equine. Problem is the launch kept being delayed, creating a credibility crisis. (more…)
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In my experience lovely Hout Bay has strangely been a bit of a Bermuda Triangle of food. The calamari at Chapmans Peak Hotel was once legendary. They rolled it through an old-fashioned wringer washing machine to tenderise, forsaking the common chemical approach, said friends who once disastrously waited tables there between glugs of vodka. I’ve eaten a pretty good meal there with my family in the last couple of years and one very ordinary one. (more…)
“Would you like a roll to mop up the juice from your fillet steak?”
A more reassuring sign at a fine dining restaurant you will not find. It indicates service without stuffiness. That they want you to have a good time rather than intimidate you. It is the kind of thing a genial host at a laid back dinner party might suggest. And this isn’t a posh roll, just the same simple Portuguese bread you would have found at almost any Bez Valley* corner café in years gone by. (more…)
Beside the seaside there is an itsy bitsy teenie weenie*… family of fishies. Stuck to beach cottage walls by Pisscatorial, the Cape’s leading holiday home decorator, these wood-carved artifacts – displayed in descending order of size (daddy fishy, mommy, Wendy and little Johnny) – have spawned and entire cottage industry. (more…)
We arrive at the same time as housing minister Tokyo Sexwale. No he isn’t having a kiss and make up lunch with defence minister Lindiwe Sisulu but is on official World Cup business. Sexwale is greeted by a manager with a familiar hug, indicating he is enough of a regular to make his political rivals in the ANC seethe with jealousy (oops since discovered Sexwale is a co-owner of La Colombe – see comment below). I am sure none of its ‘pro-poor’ youth leaders would complain if they were tycoons (or turn down a free lunch at La Colombe for that matter). (more…)
Photographer Paul Weinberg’s exhibition opening on the first floor Kalk Bay Modern gallery was so jam-packed that I decided to drop downstairs to Olympia in order to make sure a table could be secured for dinner (well aware that they don’t take bookings).
Positioning myself at the counter with a glass of white, I cast a beady eye over the occupied tables. As soon as I saw one had become available I (more…)
The lamb kidneys placed in front of me at this deep south Italian joint looked beautiful: plump little mounds of offal on toast promising an explosion of flavour. While the taste was certainly good, I couldn’t help feeling the kidneys lacked a little oomph, possibly on account of being just a touch too dry for my liking.
The prawn and zucchini risotto that followed revealed perfectly cooked fat chunks of rice. Unlike my own usual mushy attempts, the grains of rice had kept their shape. The prawns and baby marrows were well judged too: crunchy on the outside and full of juice in the middle. (more…)