Julep in January

January 30: First Honey Hos of 2009
Julep

It’s Friday-after-five, and Long Street is already buzzing with happy revellers gathering to say hi-de-ho to the weekend. All the tables on the pavement are packed with people drinking, beer bottles clinking and blinking in the sun. Life is good.

Parking is, inevitably, non-existent, so I’m forced to go round the block and park in Loop Street. Julep is tucked away down Vredenburg Lane off Long Street, and luckily I had an idea where it was, otherwise I probably would have missed it. There’s no obvious signage until you’re right at the door. Even then I had a little crisis of confidence when I walked in and found no-one there, except the far-too-young barman and a waitress with drawn-on eyebrows. I suddenly thought, oh lordy, I’m in the wrong place, and as luck would have it, I’ve run out of airtime (actually, I had none to begin with, but that’s a boring story). But a quick check with old eyebrows that her establishment did indeed offer a happy hour put my nerves at rest – hey, I’m just early. Strange, but true. It’s cool though, because it gives me a chance to have a look around. Plus, they’re playing ‘I Fought the Law’ by The Clash and it feels absurdly good to hear the song again. Brings back old memories, it does.

So yes, first impressions: Julep is cool. In that effortless, laid-back, slightly designer-y but non-pretentious, homely kind of way. In fact, it feels like you’re sitting in someone’s lounge, as Wendy so succinctly puts it a little bit later. She’s right . The walls are painted a beautiful sage colour, with some of the original brickwork exposed in a few places. There are a few quirky pieces of art and a large vintage-style mirror with the word ‘Dream’ etched on it. A bit naff, but it’ll do. Oh, and there’s a lampshade in the corner with a weird collection of books, one of which Fi tries to read later – except that it’s in French. Seating is informal – long, comfy benches along the sides of the walls with a couple of ottomans, loads of cushions and low tables. Smoking and non-smoking are separated by two glass ‘half-walls’, which make absolutely no difference when it’s packed – with smokers -- so really, the whole place is a smoking area. And the music -- at this stage, at least -- is really good: nice and retro with a punky twist.

Yay, here’s Wends, and then Danelle, and finally I’m not Ho Alone. Now that the first Honey Hos of 2009 is officially declared open, this quickly leads to an exploration of the menu… Now, I need to divulge something before I carry on any further. I’m not really into cocktails. There, I said it. I like mojitos and capirinhas and frozen margaritas, and that’s it. None of this stuff that looks and tastes like some kid’s just dropped their blue ice lolly into a vatful of Lecol and mixed it up with a tot or two of suntan lotion. (The bits of fruit are good for snacking, though.) So when I say that Julep’s cocktail menu is truly spectacular, I mean it. It takes at least half an hour to read properly, and there’s not a paper umbrella in sight. And everything sounds utterly delicious. Of course, it’s hell on a stick for an indecisive person like me – but heaven too. I must confess to thinking, well, I’ll just have to try ALL of them. The night is young, and the happy hour (where all drinks under R40 are R20) lasts for, well, three hours.

Just to give you an idea of the variety available, Wends orders a Strawberry and Balsamic Vinegar Mojito (‘but no pepper!’), Danelle a ‘Moonshine’ (black vodka muddled with fresh basil, passion fruit and watermelon, lime juice and honey) and me, a ‘Watermelon Ling’ (gin, fresh root ginger, watermelon, and – get this – jasmine-infused sugar). It might sound like Woody Allen’s underage Asian bride --- or is it Nicolas Cage’s, I can never remember – but it’s dubbed on the menu as ‘the greatest new age cocktails of all time’ and man, oh man, it’s goooood. Gingery, but good. I immediately want another when it’s finished but remember that I’d just promised myself to try ALL of the cocktails. So I go for the bar’s namesake, a Mint Julep. Sadly, it’s disappointing and not all what it’s cracked up to be in The Great Gatsby. Damn you, Robert Redford!

Tink arrives and I present her with the menu, telling her eloquently that ‘it’s hectic, bru’. Then Fiona bounces in as Kate Bush’s ‘Rubber Band Girl’ blares out. ‘Save me from myself!’ Fi pleads. We dutifully hand her the menu. The drinks are starting to kick in, and the German couple across the way are watching us bemusedly (‘At least he’s stopped carrying her handbag,’ whispers Wends rather loudly). The barman’s starting to look cute. (‘I reckon if they’re less than half your age, it doesn’t count,’ says Fi.)

Cath and her sister Nicola are next to arrive (thankfully with camera in hand – as my battery’s already died), and last, but not least, Haidee, Floss and Cart. Drinks, drinks and more drinks – I taste them all as part of my research. Floss’s ‘Cranberry Fresca’ gets my vote – a vodka thingie with basil and pink stuff. (By now, I’ve stopped taking notes.) Everyone agrees the drinks are great and as Wends puts it, again so succinctly, ‘the menu is varied and evocative’. (‘Hey, I’m not going to apologise for my extensive vocabulary and knowing how to use it!’)

And now we need to forage for food. The menu is riddled with typos – but maybe we should have heeded the warning that when it said ‘pomme frite’, it really was just about one chip involved. The snacks are tasty (yummy garlic mayo with the chips), but really, and rather disappointingly, on the sparse side. Julep is strictly a drinking place – best to go somewhere else if you get the munchies.

By now, Julep is humming. Eyebrows is getting a little flustered. She’s cool, but frankly, the service is on the slow side. Happy hour’s over, but the people keep coming in. It’s a chilled crowd. Lots of young graphic designer types, but not too hip to not sing along to ‘There She Goes’ and ‘My Sharona’ when they’re played for the FOURTH time. (By this stage, the CD seems to be on permanent repeat.) There’s a fair amount of air guitar and imaginary drums playing going on, too. It’s really noisy and festive, so conversation is strictly limited to those around you, but it’s good to catch up. According to Cart and Cosmo, guys find a crowd of more than 3 girls intimidating. Well, we must have been a little scary, I guess, but there were enough eyes across the room to keep things interesting.

All too soon it’s time for the Hos to part company. For some, another bar is calling, for others it’s bed – for me, it’s the slices of fishpaste toast waiting for me at home. (I did mention the lack of food, didn’t I? Oh, incidentally, when I get home, my Beloved tells me I’m reeking. Not of booze or cigarettes, but weirdly enough, of ginger. Must have been the Lings!)

All in all, it was a really great night out. Julep is thoroughly recommended as a place to chill for a while with friends. I’m definitely keen to go back and try to try all the cocktails again. Any takers?

Scorecard

Parking: 0 - Cape Town style.

Toilets: 3 - tucked away behind a dodgy looking curtain. Decent enough, but there was water on the floor, which was a bit gross.

Price: 4 - but we're talking happy hour here. Go normal time, and I suppose it's more on the expensive side... Then again, some of the cocktails are pure art - and art can be pricey stuff. Food - overpriced for how much (or how little) there was.

Food: 2 - Tasty, but doesn't even touch sides. Eat somewhere else if you have a snack attack.

Ambience: 5 - Very cool vibe, great setting. It feels a little like it's only for those in the know. Mostly because it's small and tucked away, and because only cool people hang out there. It gets really noisy and really smoky, so not really the place for intimate conversation and ultimate Ho bonding. They need to do something about the repetitive CD, though.

Decor: 5 - Laidback, with personal touches. You can totally lounge around and take off your shoes - which several Hos did.

Service: 2 - OK, it was super busy. And we ordered a LOT of cocktails. But they really took their time in arriving at our table. So I'd say service is on the slow side. Plus, the waitress couldn't really handle a large order. Or maybe it was the underage barman. And someone really needs to copy-edit the menu.

Value Added: Happy Hour is actually three hours - a pretty rocking deal. Divine cocktails for R20? Bargain!

HO RATING
5 - a definite repeat offender

Relish meets Fireman's Arms

A belated comment on Relish: it rocked! Some of the best cocktails we've ever had which only reconfirms it as one of Cape Town's most fabulous cocktail bars - that doesn't break the bank. Looking back, there seems to be no better place for the Honey Ho's to have been birthed. Having said that, we should note that Relish's food (and service) leaves much to be desired. We ordered 6 plates and when they finally came, they were delivered in the same state as our waitress: cold. We sent them back to be warmed up - much to the clear disapproval of both barman and waitress - and when they came back there were only 5!! We had to haggle to get the 6th plate back! So, quite simply, if you want cocktails, Relish is the place for you. If you want food, go somewhere else. (BTW: this is only for the Relish in town. 3 of the Ho's ate at the Obs Relish one evening and it was very cool. Limited menu but it does what it's got really well.)

Now, here's a question for other ladies out there: is it normal for a place to have a GHD that you can hire by the Rand in the bathroom?!?! WTF?! Girls actually do this when they are on a night out? Pop to the Little Girl's Room and have a quick straighten??? Jeez laweez, that's ridiculous. We were floored! That's not to say we didn't have great fun straightening various parts of Ho's hair and re-emerging looking like an 80's video, but I guess that just goes to show that we're not your average Ho's. Thank god. Anyway, GHD or no, we drank our fill of cocktails, to the point that these are the only pics that were taken - Haidee did take more but alas, was learning how to use her new camera and none of them are light enough for this blog. Next time. Next time.

The Fireman's Arms is a total gem! For the beer lovers out there, this is Utopia. And for the pub-bar-end-of-the-night vibe, this is it. Apart from being deceptively enormous, it was the perfect place to go and let hair down and chill with a pint. Or a few rounds of arm wrestling. What ever floats your boat! We will definitely be back there again.


Scorecard

Toilets:
Relish - 4 (the GHD took a point away, even though we had great fun playing with it)
Fireman's Arms: 2 (it's a pub, ladies, so the bathrooms are not all that. But they're good enough)

Price:
Relish - 3 (it's not cheap but worth paying for in terms of cocktails. Food? Overpriced.)
Fireman's Arms: 4 (what you see is what you get. Decent prices for well decent beer. We didn't eat there so can't comment on the food.)

Food:
Relish/Fireman's Arms - no comment. We didn't have meals only snacks at Relish so can't comment, and only had beer at the FA.

Ambience:
Relish/Fireman's Arms - 5 (great vibes in both. Different to each other but both shout "Good Time")

Decor:
Relish - 4 (trendy and good looking. Could do with a bit of a spruce but really nice. Great views too)
Fireman's Arms - 4 (it's a pub. A huge pub. So expect pub-like decor! Not much more to say here...)

Service:
Relish - 2 (despite a great barman - when it was quiet, different story when he was spinning - we had to deal with a lethargic waitress who took her sweet time to bring us our *cold* snacks and then bitched when we wanted them warmed. And then brought out one plate too few.)
Fireman's Arms - 5 (but this is skewed. We bought beer from the bar! How kak could the service be?? But the bar lady was awesome and well versed in beer.)

Value Added:
Relish - 0 (niks vir niks en vrekmin vir n sixpens)
Fireman's Arms - Can't comment

HO RATING
Relish - 5 (provided you book a space for all the girls and stick to their cocktails)
Fireman's Arms - 5 (remembering that it's a pub, nothing fancy)

A Change in Fo-ho-cus

So we had an awesome time last night at Relish (and then the Fireman's Arms) with 12 of the Ho's coming out to play. Once I've got all the pics from various cameras and phones, I'll post the review, but this post is to note a change in focus for our get-togethers. The Ho's used to have the sole responsibility of going out to restaurants and bars, and rating them in terms of a Girl's Night Out, right? But after 8 restaurants, interest seemed to be waning (and the wettest, coldest winter in 40 years hit Cape Town), and it became clear that a change was necessary. So last night we decided to extend our playing field, change the goal posts slightly, and give each Ho more autonomy: each month after payday, a Ho will host a Ho-Down. Said Ho can do absolutely anything she wants with her evening, provided the point remains to have fun. And chances are, this fun will include drinking and eating. Maybe not the food. But definitely the drink. In fact, if anyone hosts a Ho-Down without grog, there'll be a disciplinary hearing. Or something serious like that. Anyway, this blog will start looking at the kinds of things you can do with your Ho's, from events at houses, to bars, to parties, until another reincarnation becomes necessary.

But for now, look out for the Relish review, coming soon...

Slack Ho's

Ok. So we have been slack. So slack, in fact, that not only has a super-slack Ho not posted her review of The Nose Restaurant and Wine Bar from months ago, but we as a group have failed to have a Ho Down for quite some time. Indeed, it has been a long, miserable, wet winter. But fear not, intrepid readers - are there any out there?? - we are back and I will ensure that this blog keeps documenting the cool places that you can go with your Ho's. In terms of food and grog, of course. Clothes and make up and kak like that, you're on your own.

Next week, we are having an über Ho Down with more Ho's being present that ever before. We'll be going back to our roots, Relish Cape Town, where we will drink cocktails until Wendy's walker breaks...

So until then, I leave you with an image for the day:

The Cactus That Is Beeg, Very Beeg...

This is a special review. Not only because it is written by me and not only because it has taken an unprecedented month or so to write. It is special because it is the first Honey Ho review that looks at two venues at once. We didn’t mean to, really. We were going to have a few drinks, couple of nachos and then call it a night, but alas…it was not to be so. I blame in on the frozen margaritas forced upon us by Nolene. (She was celebrating, you see.) I blame it on Danelle who emailed saying, “I don’t care where we go but please can we get drunk?!” (She’d had a hard week, you understand.) I also blame it on the chilli poppers that set our tongues on fire and made our asses clench at the thought of the morning. I could blame it on Eskom, because I can. And Mugabe, because hopefully we won’t be able to for much longer. But never, never would I blame it on the boogie. That part of the evening was fantastic!

Ok, let’s start the very beginning. Apparently that’s how you do it…

I was late getting to The Fat Cactus Cafe. Why? Because the Ho’s are usually late so I thought it would be cool. On the way, I got a mysterious sms from Nolene saying, “Was it 6:00 or 6:30 because I’m running out of frozen margarita!” and thus the tone of the evening was set. I arrived to find Nolene 2/3rds through a jug, in an excellent mood. She was celebrating something that I can’t post in this blog but it’s cool and no, she’s not pregnant. Slowly the other Ho’s arrived and soon the goss and chatter and laughter coming from our table was giving the other patrons a good run for their money! The Man in the Blue Shirt sitting at a table clearly too close to us practised his withering look at every chance he got – and was pretty good at it by the time he got up and left. The frozen margarita was flying (literally! Haidee managed to, after only just saying hello to everyone, throw an entire jug of margarita on the table. Messy stuff. However, Dan and I grabbed our straws, puckered up and drank most of it off said table. Generally I wouldn’t do this kind of thing but we’re talking about a whole jug here…eish…) and we had an awesome time.

Now, if you have ever been to The Fat Cactus you’ll know that it doesn’t have trouble getting patrons. If you haven’t booked by lunch time, you may not get a table for the evening, and Fridays/Saturdays are always fully booked. Why? ‘Coz it rocks. The food is great and pretty reasonable (although there have been some serious price hikes on their menu recently), their frozen margaritas are the best in Cape Town, they don’t overdo the chilli, they don’t scrimp on the cheese, and their chilli poppers kick ass! The décor is rustic without being manky and even though the tables can get a little sticky, The Fat Cactus balances Mexican Cantina with Local Pub perfectly. It’s is an institution. In a city where restaurants come and go, you can be sure that the corner of Durban Road and Caledonian Road will be home to this Mexican tribute for a good, long time.

There is a flip side to being an institution, though. If you have been going to a place for so long, you notice trends in the menu, the clientele, and most importantly, the service. And at the moment, the service is not as slick as it used to be. We used to walk in there and the waitress would know what we wanted without having to ask. We’d chat about what she was up to, what we were up to, and it was cool. Like being part of some kind of family or group, or something. Ok, maybe it’s a big ask for a successful and busy restaurant to offer this. Maybe it is an understood and acceptable compromise that a restaurant makes in return for bigger bookings. Or is it? There are a number of restaurants that manage to be successful and still leave you feeling like you are a part of something special. Anyway, the busy-ness of the Fat Cactus means an amped vibe but significantly slower service, and the high turnover of waiters there means that from one visit to the next, you may get the feeling sometimes that you’re just a number. (Except Chris. He was fantastic! And appears to be very happy wedged between the Ho’s!) But, hey. The food is still awesome and the Full Combo Platter rocks the house, and I guess you go there to eat with friends not to make friends. But there’s just a certain special something that I miss there these days.

So, fat on chilli poppers, nachos, frozen margarita and more disparaging looks from The Man in the Blue Shirt, we decide that we have to hit a dance floor. And right now, the best dance floor in Cape Town is DecoDance at the Old Biscuit Mill. It is possibly the most unpretentious space in Cape Town – which takes some doing in these parts – and no matter what you are wearing, what you are drinking and what your level of sobriety, you will fit in. Absolutely. The music is a throw back to all the stuff that the Cornerhouse used to play and that no one else seems to play on dance floors anymore. Why? 'Coz DJ’s forget that there are other people out there who are over 21 years old and who don’t always want to hear electronic music. Sometimes a slamming electric guitar is essential. The décor here is awesome: plush red carpets, paired movie house seats, old photos and images on the walls, and the obligatory black and white chequered dance floor. My only criticism is that R30 is a bit steep for couvert charge before you even start drinking – and their drinks aren’t that cheap – but hey. What would you pay for an excellent evening out? For us Ho’s: whatever it takes! So we poured into DecoDance (a few Ho’s had had to go home already) to continue to pogo the night away. The others may have been dancing…who knows. All I know is that coordination seemed to get trickier as the night went on. And why, oh, why did we end up in an ice-block-down-the-neck war with one of the staff members?! Very mysterious but damn funny!! So, well done, Ho's: truly an exceptional match of dinner and dance venues for an outstanding evening!

Quote of the evening:

“Fat girls don’t have the monopoly on body issues.”

Honey Ho Rating (these are only for The Fat Cactus as DecoDance is a little hazy...):

*Toilets – 3. A little too small and I hate having to negotiate the toilet just to open the door. But generally clean and good enough for you to do what you need to.
*Price – 4. The prices have gone up quite a bit but then so has food in general.
*Food – 6. Awesome!
*Ambience – 6. Buzzing and vibey.
*Decor – 5. What you see is what you get. Works perfectly.
*Service – 3. Service has become too slow and the waiters differ hugely in attitude and people skills.
*Value Added – Nah, nothing extra thrown in. But they will give you a litre of frozen margarita to take away if you bring your own bottle!

*Ho Rating – 11!! Pick up the phone a book now!




Tel: (+27+21) 685 1920

Tucking into Thai at Yindee’s

22 Camp Street (Corner Camp & Kloof Streets), Gardens, Cape Town.
T: 021 422 1012 F: 021 422 1014

On Koh Samui, a beautiful island in Thailand, where the exotic food is a main tourist attraction, "Yindees" means welcome…

For Starters: Yindee’s specializes in ‘authentic Thai cuisine’ so, if lemongrass, coconut milk, lime, peanut and chilli are flavours you enjoy, then this could be a dining spot for you. Arriving just after 6pm, we were greeted with wide smiles from the waiters and snatches of Thai lingo. The place itself is how I imagine Thai style to be – modest, hospitable and respectful with an appreciation for simple goodness. It’s that ‘restaurant in a house’ setting that I kinda like once in a while – it’s warm and intimate, with separate rooms for group dining without that ‘industrial’ feel some bigger restaurants have. Décor is simple with no glitz or frills. Decorative Thai prints and intricate, handcrafted puppets adorn the walls.

We started with drinks, obviously. I tried my first-ever traditional Thai beer and it was delish. Singha and Chang were two on the list. Otherwise they offer the usual spirits plus a comprehensive wine list with wine by the glass at about R20+. Cocktails were more expensive than we’re used to, especially for the tumbler glasses they are served in. And the margarita wasn’t great apparently. Bubbly is a standard at Honey Ho’s and we found what we wanted (right?).

The Main Course: Our table of 10+ was in a room of our own so it had all the good feelings of dining at a friend’s house. Unfortunately the stereo speaker didn’t work so we were sans music but sufficed with conversation and laughter (always interesting and abundant!) while choosing what to eat. The menu is full of dishes that are interesting to pronounce and the descriptions were mouthwatering. It’s the familiar Thai fare – stir fry, soups, salads, satay, noodles and curries. Vegetarians would be right at home but, if you like a little meat, there’s chicken, meat, prawns, seafood and duck to choose from. We tried a bit of everything – satay and stir fry to line fish, traditional curries and pad thai. The curries were as hot and flavourful as we wanted them, the soup was ‘fantastic’ and the pad thai was tasty and satisfying for some (that was me – I was starving), but disappointing for others as there were none of the extras (dried chilli, sugar, soya sauce, fish sauce, limes, bean sprouts and ground peanuts) that it’s traditionally served with. Also, one meal arrived a little later than all the others, so we twiddled our thumbs for a minute or two. When it came to taste, most meals scored between 7 and 8 on our impromptu scoring system. Two small things I liked – cold water served with sprigs of mint (refreshing!) and chopsticks (I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I don’t eat Thai often enough and I guess I’m just used to the lazy knife and fork option).

Overall Yindee’s is a welcoming place that’s good for an evening of casual dining or giggling with a group of girls. And it’s popular, even on this Wednesday night.The place was quiet when we arrived but, by 10:30pm when we wandered out, there were very few empty tables.



Something sweet to finish: According to the web, Yindee’s kitchen is run by head chef Nirun Kong thong, and assisted by his two sisters, Wilaivan Kongtong and Onanong Kongthong. The fact that their surnames are spelt differently is not because of any profound, eastern meaning. Apparently it’s simply because, at the passport office in Bangkok, each Konthong translated their name into the English alphabet as they thought best. So, in true Thai styles, their names are "same same but different". I like stories like that.

Need-to-know Info:
Opening hours: Lunch - Mon to Fri: 12h30 – 14h30; Dinner - Mon to Sat: 18h30 – 23h00
Smoking section: Yes (although we obviously weren’t in it as we had to indulge outside).
Booking is recommended.
Parking: Could be tight as it’s a busy, popular area.
Wheelchair access: Not really as there are quite a few steps into the different rooms, although it might not be a problem if you’re dining in the front area.

Scoring criteria:
Toilets: 3. Basic but clean, which works for me.
Price: 4. Around R60 – R100 a plate plus a bit extra for drinks.
Food: 4. A good variety of tasty, satisfying dishes (but you’ve gotta like Thai).
Ambience: 4. Unintimidating; good for a relaxed, casual night.
Décor: 3. Modest, neat and no-fuss, but with all the essentials.
Service: 4. Our waiter was friendly, polite and there when we needed him. Thanks :)
Value-added: 1. No complimentary extras that I saw.
Ho rating: 4. Good for an evening of casual, frivolous, fun-filled dining and drinking.

Rick’s Café Americain

First Honey Ho’s meeting of the year – promising lots of juicy holiday goss and a welcome chance to get a bit jujjed and kick back girl-style. The evening started with me executing a brilliant parallel manoeuvre into an insanely small parking space outside Rick’s Café on Park Road, off Kloof. I was chuffed that we’d managed to find parking at all (this being Friday night and all) until I got out of my car and noticed the HUGE off-street parking area on the side. In terms of security, Rick’s is great – good area, busy street, off-street parking and car guards. Lovely!

The décor inside is elegant but not intimidating – there’s a hint of 20’s chic wrapped up in jazz lounge possibility. Downstairs is the (smoke-free) restaurant area, separated by a screen from a lively (smoking) bar area. Upstairs is another (smoking) lounge area and a beautiful outside deck with its own service bar that is available for functions. Oh, and the toilets are really nice as well. Not very exciting but clean, simple, and with wheelchair access.

Right-o, now for the most important part – drinks, and food! I’m a beer drinker most of the way and beer generally slides down well in any setting. But, beer in hand, I had a squizz through the wine list and drinks menu to get a feel for what was on offer. The wine list was impressive, if a bit pricey, and there was a good selection of carafes available; those not in the mood for wine could make a selection from the cocktail, beer and spirit menus – all of which were pretty extensive. Only negatives in the drinks department were not being able to bring our own wine/pay corkage and a limited choice of champagne. (Not that that stopped some of the more intrepid Ho’s.)

Once we’d done a basic catch-up and had some liquid in us, we turned to the food menu. Quick note here: larger tables need to put in their orders as soon as possible, especially on busy nights, or alternatively ask in advance for the set menu, which looked really yummy when we had a look through it. I ended up going with a double order of chilli poppers (small obsession) which were absolutely superb!! I have eaten a few chilli poppers in my time and none of them came close. This was the king of all chilli poppers! I even woke up the next morning wishing I’d taken another order to go… The general consensus about the food was that it was delicious. Off-hand I can only remember some of the other dishes we ordered (Fish & Chips, Chicken Brochettes, a Vegetarian something) which isn’t very helpful, I know, but have a look at their website where the menu is very nicely laid out. Other Ho’s, feel free to fill in the gaps! The service was great. Frank managed our various queries and requests calmly and efficiently. Not so easy when you’re dealing with nine crazy women. So Frank, you totally rocked dude!!

On one of our smoke breaks at the very lively bar, Ali and I met James, the Financial Manager of a cosmetics company, with an unequalled capacity for tequila. After we’d finished eating, he surprised our table with a checkers packet full of sample cosmetics. The next few minutes were spent in an acid moment of make-up absorption, much to the amusement of our neighbouring tables. It was a great evening and we all agreed as we sat at the end of the evening sipping our Johnny Black that Rick’s Café had turned out to be the perfect spot for our first meeting.

Scoring Criteria

Toilets: (4)
Price: (5) Great spot for a Ho on a shoestring budget: meal, drinks and Johnny all for under R150
Food: (5) Scrumdiddlyumptious
Ambience: (5) Alchemical combination of super-coowil venue and FABulous company!
Décor: (5)
Service: (5) Yes Frank, that’s you!
Value Added: (No rating) I saw evidence of snacky things on the tables when I arrived but the early Ho’s had done a good job of dispatching anything that may have been edible.

My Ho rating: all you Ho’s out there looking for a good time – grab a bunch of your mates and hit up Rick’s for an EPIC evening!

http://www.rickscafe.co.za/