There are few better experiences than fresh seafood and cold white wine on a sunny day in summer, with verdant lawns of the promenade, the red and white Cape Town lighthouse and the blue Atlantic providing the backdrop.
Royal Cape is the opposite of its arriviste and constantly remodelled, smug younger sister in Tokai, over the road from Pollsmoor.
I was sipping on a whisky in Overberg candlelight on Saturday evening when my phone lit up with photos and videos from a southern suburb’s first XV derby showing a fracas that had taken place under the poles.
I have heard there has been a shortage of decent tuna in Japan lately, and the sardines are running up the East Coast. Was this a coincidence?