As the nights grow longer and the clouds settle over the mountain a tasty meal can go a long way towards lifting the spirits.
During my time living in Blightly, I cultivated a certain fondness for the ritual around a curry. A group of friends and I would often end the weekend with dinner at the end of the High Street, and it was here that I became well-versed in the merits of the Lamb Rogan Gosh, the pitfalls of the Vindaloo and the careful preparation of the crispy poppadom. Situated adjacent to Greenmarket Square, a mere poppadom frisbee’s throw from Wale Street, Bukhara is an institution in Cape Town and never fails to impress. Last week we decided to reintroduce the sacred London tradition and sat around a table to enjoy a curry whilst rehashing some vintage tales from the underground.