In Cape Town, it seems, it’s not about making your birthday party the biggest and best, but about making your soiree as original as possible. Well, I might give up now, because a birthday that involves a champagne breakfast, followed by a train ride, followed by a beachside pub session, followed by fish and chips and another train ride, is pretty difficult to top.
The group of people celebrating with the birthday girl are an amazing bunch, all loud and unrelentingly entertaining, but The Brass Bell just about matches the crowd as far as appeal goes. The view is lovely, the bartenders are friendly, and management is very tolerant of our group’s dancing on the tables: their instruction to us is “only three dancing on one table at one time, please.” This certainly isn’t what I’d call “my kind of place” but getting out of the city for the day is incredibly relaxing. I’m surprised to meet up with a lot of jock crowd guys from university there, and my friends among them tell me that this is a regular road trip stop-off on their guys’ days… I won’t ask. So, the boys are hot, the vibe is chilled, and the chips come curvy-cut - a definite bonus in my book - but the food is overpriced, so my friend Robin and I head to Kalky’s for the sloppiest and best-tasting chips I’ve had in a while. It’s a day well-spent.
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