Every now and then you come across an experience that is truly one of a kind, something so special that you know you are almost never likely to meet its equivalent again. For many people this can be something like a wedding or birth, for me it was dining at One Star House Party.
Recently it was decided in my household that the next destination to which we would travel would be Japan. Beautiful, distant, mystical Japan. Think misty mountains, blooming blossoms and tables so full of sushi it cascades off the edges. Too far on the stereotypes, right? Seriously though, when we talk about visiting new and exciting places food always comes into the equation doesn’t it? Author Scott Westerfelf famously said in his novel Afterworlds, “The best way to know a city, is to eat it.” As humans we get excited by the ‘newness’ of a place through the local food, turning me to think about what I really know about Japanese cuisine.
Foodgasms from Mauritius
Yes, it is true. People actually live in the island paradise apart from rich bums taking up hotel beaches. More than live there, people even work there, in cities… Now I don’t mean to sound demeaning to the lovely people from the Dodo island, but I was completely ignorant in this regard. I honestly thought only of hotels, room service, long buffet tables and cocktails on demand when I decided to visit a friend who lives in paradise. What I was met with, was a country of hustle and bustle, busy roads, traffic, ungodly heat and an even more ungodly amount of sweating. Amidst this beehive of sweat and rush (it was just after Christmas and just before New Years) I found something that will now forever onward put long buffet tables of franchised hotels to shame. To shame I say!
Let’s head down to The salty sea dog!
Weekends are for long drives along the coast, sunshine, love and laughter. Oh and of course happy bellies. Driving down the Cape Peninsula away from Cape Town, all roads lead to Simon’s Town, the cute, quaint old colonial naval harbour town. There are whitewashed walls, statues, ice-cream cafes and navy officers in uniform all round. Continue reading
High tea at the Mount nelson
I was one of those kids that always had a play tea-set growing up. First the pink and purple plastic version, then I upgraded to the pretty mini porcelain one. That habit has never quite left me and you’ll generally always find me trying to expand my very tea time crockery by diving though antique stores one at a time. And I have to say, if you are ever invited to one of my tea parties be prepared for cakes and champagne and tea out of old copper pots and flowers and breads and the whole shebang. Oh and yes, I do mean to brag. I have definitely graduated from my time serving empty cups to teddy bears. But that still doesn’t even come close to the absolutely fabulous experience that you receive from the Mount Nelson Hotel‘s famous High Tea. Continue reading