Left one rainy city for another for an Easter break near that imposing mountain. Cape Town has toyed with us. One sunny day, one rainy day, one sunny day, one cold day, and so on. Saturday morning led us to Long Street in a city that really seems to work for itself. Long Street ties it all together with its appeal to the cosmo-hippie-boho-bergie-Euro set. The antiques arcade – a real find – and Clarke’s awesome bookstore with its incredible selection of local literature sit side by side with a bar carrying huge signs advertising R10 a shooter (visions are conjured, and they are nor pretty), surf shops, a German barber and my latest find, Yours Truly, home of the artistic cappuccino. Or at least home to Sakky, the guy behind the counter that ended my search for cappuccino art. Definitively.
For the past few months I have taken to photographing my daily cup.
The last two are S’s creations – the first for me, the second for his boss. (hmm.) This has led me to a few conclusions. Cappuccino art is one thing but great cappuccino is another. My top Joburg cups are from Park Cafe and the Roastery in Parkhurst (same owner, great coffee), Bean There at 44 Stanley in Milpark (more because everyone says so), Guru for the daily 12-ounce, Sugo for weekends. Then there’s Wolves on Corlett Drive because you can pair it with Red Velvet cake.
Cape Town is still largely undiscovered territory but so far my votes go to Giovanni’s (Greenpoint), Yours Truly, The Beanery (Gardens) and the Power and the Glory (corner Kloof and Burnside Rds). Other conclusions are: if you hate this post, shut up and drink your espresso. “We don’t serve low-fat milk” constitutes a cappuccino with an attitude problem. And finally there’s one more reason not to immigrate to Australia. Because from Joburg to Cape Town and even with a stopover in Parys (see furniture from the Roast ‘n Grind below) I am declaring that we have a coffee culture.
And lastly, the cappuccino that came late.