Salty Cracker Club

I was, of course, tempted to write this review in Haiku format. But I did not. Be thankful. Haiku was great. I’ve had my Japanese-Cracker hand forced slightly due to lack of availability (if you know a good Japanese restaurant in Cape Town, please drop it in the comments!), so I’ve expanded my general theme [...]

In which we go there, Eat too much Asian tapas, And roll home happy.

In which we survive a trip up and down many flights of stairs, despite crutches, wine, and other dangers.

In which we go into the Barn in search of food, and, in a dramatic reversal of a reversal, find it.

In which we see if the house is indeed round, or if it’s a round peg in a square hole.

(preamble follows. skip to the actual review) Ahem. I had a bit of a busy week last week, so I left my Crack Prep a little late. However, by the Wednesday I had fixed a cool sounding place. It didn’t look promising, though: only little bits of scattered info over the web. I tried calling [...]

In which leaving things to the last minute really pays off. Surprisingly.

In which we go Berserker and brave the wilds of the CBD at night. And look at the pretty Shark sculptures. And get lost on the way to and from the toilet.

In which we Go Italian and wait for a while to write a review. Oops! :)

In which we find out if the Butcher and his Grill are Famous for a Good Reason. [Baker and Candlestick-maker not tested.]