Eating Out

Neighbourgoods Night Market

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Winter's swept in and our couches have become adorned with bum-shaped wear and tear,  while the soup bowls pile up in the sink and our energy levels seem to lag a little along with the weather. In the spirit of getting up and out, The Old Biscuit Mill opens up for warm Winter's night market, this Tuesday the 15th of June from 18h30 'til 23h30.   For us that know the Saturday Morning Market, The Old Biscuit Mill is a foodie's dappled-light haven of smoked olives, charcuterie and the smell of roasting, imported coffee. This Tuesday eve, the Biscuit Mill's boasting Cape Malay curries, Von Geusau gourmet hot chocolate and creative "sarmies" courtesy of the Kitchen Cowboys. And while we                  

Eating Out

Sushi and Chinese please!

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It's Friday! And given that we're on the precipice of a weekend, this post should come as divine enlightenment... On a very merry excursion to all sorts of central city venues for debauchery, jollity and merriment, we found ourselves quite under the weather/influence on the taxi trip home. Doing the route back to le loov-leh 17 on Loader (Cape Town's chic bed and breakfast in De Waterkant), the heavens opened and revealed a luminous red sign, on Seapoint Main Road, reading - "Xiang Yuan". With the excitement of teenage girls at the mall, we begged the cab driver to pull over and poured in to Xiang Yuan. Now my love of  the place may seem ridiculously evangelical but, given that the time was almost                  

Eating Out

Divine De Waterkant: Buena Vista!

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image courtesy of capetowndailyphoto.com Spitting distance ( but don't try it) from 17 on Loader guesthouse and straight off of the Somerset Road sidewalk, through a dimly lit corridor and up the staircase - the muffled sounds of chatter and salsa, with heady aromas of good cigars and the fine food of the Americas, engages your autopilot right up the steps to Buena Vista Social Cafe`. Buena Vista, meaning good view, bejewels Somerset Road - the good view now enhanced by the lights of Greenpoint Stadium at night. Image © Joanne 2009 There is an understated grandeur and seduction about the well-worn wood and wicker chairs,heavy, tactile tapestries, dimly-lit, smoky air (of the smoking area) and flirtatious Latino                  

Night Life

Cape Town’s late-nightlife

Tonight, leaving work late and twitching like an experimental drug candidate, as a result of both tiredness and hunger, all I wanted was a meal that did not involve deep-frying or microwaves. While I acknowledge that the convenience of Engen stores and 24-hour Woolworths has been a saving grace to me in the dead of night (or on occasions when I just can’t walk the line), there comes a time when you need a meal that’s prepared on request. At the point of shameless determination, when I was driving all over the city in the hope of even a back-alley Chicken Licken, it dawned on me just how difficult it is to navigate nocturnal Cape Town. Late at night it seems doors are closing on the desperately starving and, more