A sparkling memory of a day- one of those afternoons which will remain burnished on the memory forever. Lunch- my favourite meal of the day. We were greeted with a warmth only expected from old friends, and as we settled down to a crisp and elegant Chenin, I sensed something truly special was about to unfold. The dedicated and attentive staff were calm and measured in their dealings with an excitable, somewhat catholic band of old friends and new, a group spanning several decades, generations and continents. We were satiated beyond decency. The most perfect Red Pepper Soup- drizzled generously with a rich, nutty olive oil, transported me to another world, another country, another life... I marvelled at Brydon's seemingly effortless elegance of delivering four perfectly hot, crisp-crusted, molten melt -on- the-tongue Soufflés. How does this magical, beautiful team do it? With a calm, amused and almost casual glance over her guests, Innes runs her arbored garden restaurant as only the best hostess can do- with a humour, a sensitivity and a sparkle all her own. Unique. Perfect slow-cooked Pork Belly with generous gnarled-bark-like sheets of salty crackling. The Yorkshire Pudding- the finest found in the Southern hemisphere. Truly. I know about these things. Risotto, earthy, full-flavoured mushroomy perfection, creamy-dream-like, generous and lingering; elegant sufficiency.
The early spring sunshine cast dappled shadows across the late afternoon table, as we lingered wistfully over buttery, meltingly delicious tartlets, lemony fresh, gilded with the freshest puddle of the finest cream imaginable...a dreamlike state, yet only a short drive from Cape Town. We plotted our return as we headed back to reality...thank you for sharing your treasure with us all. Kathryn, David T, David M,Alice and Jack, Martin and Ralph.
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