So we hit up this new spot in town on a balmy evening, which is generally not our preferred lunch-time, but lunching ladies sometimes have to make concessions. We also brought the munching men. To be fair, at least we never said we would, or would never, nor wouldn’t not (double negative), do that, so here we are.
For many Capetonians, the iconic Rafiki’s was an institution that we either remember fondly, avoided at all costs, or used as a handy traffic reference for the intersection that’s now represented by Beleza, El Burro Taqueria, Junior, The Power and the Glory, Miller’s Thumb, Kyoto Garden Sushi, etc. If you never went, imagine Rafiki’s as the place up the dodgy stairs that was reliably open, full of rollicking youths tucking into buckets of beer, ridiculously priced food specials, and many cigarettes (the smells of all of which clung to the walls like Dwayne Johnson to skyscrapers with duct tape). Continue reading “The Moveable Feast”