2oceans Vibe

This is not a restaurant review so I won’t tell you that Yindees restaurant on Thursday night was very good, apart from the fact that the entire table left starving. I also won’t tell you that four stuffed calamari tubes just won’t cut it as a main course. What I will tell you is what happened afterwards.

It was a friend’s barmitzvah so we went to Eclipse and settled down a bit at the outside bar. It seems Eclipse don’t believe that people outside have credit cards. They also don’t believe you should be told this until you have to pay.

“That’s R85″

“Thanks, chum. Take this here credit card”

“Oooh…”
(draw in breath through side of mouth clenched teeth)
“Shit, bro, we don’t take cards outside”

“Do they have a card machine inside?”

“Yes”

“Cool, make it R95″

“Sorry bro, we can’t leave the bar”

“Cool, make it R120″

“I’ll be right back with your card”

Amazing.

Still at Eclipse…. Good to see Jaime, the current ‘Waitress Watch’ waitress has come a long way since we saw her on her first shift. The trademark flashy smile, combined with slick tray control and a dash of chutzpah is all she’ll need to hold her position for a few more weeks. Good luck with that. Jaime was not sharing her shift with Sianne (who joined her on Waitress Watch) on Thursday night so we, sadly, had to let Sianne go. Thanks for the memories. And the great jokes.

That reminds me, the Rock Star Fund crew were there. With bells on, I might add. More about them in another article.

We revisited 90′s coke-whore stronghold, The Fez, once we were done with Eclipse. We’ve said it before and we’ll say it again – Welcome back Fez. A new breed of Vodka Red Bull freaks have taken over where the 90′s crew left off. The dance floor was hot and the angels were in effect. I sauntered upstairs and made a little nest near to the DJ box.

[Enter 'Mike' - stage left]

A young fellow, Mike, approached us. Like some sort of an ancient Roman messenger type, he came bearing good news. Mike informed us that there would be a little change in our evening and that another old friend, Spiced Gold, would be looking after us for the duration of the evening. After thanking the kind gentleman, we made a swift changeover to Spiced Gold for the rest of the evening. I took my first sip of Spiced Gold with ginger ale. I nearly broke down in tears with the overwhelming cloud of nostalgia that engulfed my body. “Where am I!” I cried. Naughty’s? Crowded House? Lloyds? The Cave? The Pig? I couldn’t quite place it. I even had a flashback to a Rondebosch social. But it couldn’t have been – it must have been SACS. Rondebosch hadn’t acquired the fine taste of Spiced Gold by Standard 8 and preferred Tassies down down competitions. But lets not get sidetracked. The point I’m trying to make is I totally forgot about Spiced Gold! It’s helluva versatile and allows one a spot of creativity. It’s a great excuse to pump some Appletizer into the body (the king of fizzy drinks). You’ll find a lot of people joining you after you order your first. Chants of “Christ, I remember Spiced Gold” will surround you.
It’s been there all the time and we shouldn’t be frightened!

A story entitled ‘Laura Branigan Rollercoasters inc.’ to follow.