I attended a Twitterati party at La Mouette in Sea Point on Sunday. A party organised via twitter by Mari Vermaak, one half of the husband/wife team that owns the restaurant.
This is a great venue; a big old house with a lovely courtyard that has a cooling fountain as its centre piece. Those that remember the ‘old’ Sea Point will know this as the home to Europa restaurant for many years. It has changed hands a few times since Europa closed but seems to have found the right tenants again and reviews have been excellent – not having been there before, it was a good opportunity to try it out.
For R100 we got some sparkling on arrival, a wine-tasting, courtesy of Villiera, a chance to taste chef, Henry Vigar’s excellent food, some sweet stuff from Wild Flour and a gift from Willow Creek to take home. Good value and a nice day out, although I sometimes wonder if people who spend too much time on Twitter forget that interpersonal skills are still important and its o.k. to interact face to face even if you haven’t met on twitter.
Me and my PIA (partner in action), enjoyed our champers on arrival, found a table in the corner, there was on average 50 tweeps there at any one time, and enjoyed the venue and people watching. We decided to open the wine tasting, much to the delight of owner, Mari, and, on returning to our seats were happy to discover that food was doing the rounds. Happy – except the waitresses either couldn’t see us, or didn’t want to, and we kept getting a miss. Being pretty hungry we watched this for a while, fully expecting them to eventually bring us some of the yummy (well at that stage they looked yummy) snacks. After the fourth different sample was served to all and sundry except us, I decided to inform a waitress or two that we were also there and wouldn’t mind something to eat.
There were three waitresses. Waitress A – the pretty, young thing who “used to be a professional dancer” and now uses her poise to serve food with some style, although she informed us she was serving another section.
I approached waitress B about maybe serving us some food, she gave me the blank, vacant stare, often commonplace with reluctant waitresses and continued to ignore us. I also approached waitress C about perhaps serving us some food. Waitress C falls into the, ‘I’m too old for this kind of shit so please don’t ask me anything’ category. I did and for the remainder of our time there she shot us more dirty looks than those Christian bible thumpers at the Gay Pride rally on Saturday.
The owner did come round to our table to apologize, make sure all was alright and that we got enough food. We did, but I thought the “high fives” she insisted me and PIA gave her was a bit much.
That aside, the food was great, we ate plenty, and we will return to sample more of the Chef’s tasty offerings. The wines were good too and irony of ironies, this confirmed beer and whiskey drinker, won a lucky draw prize and took home three bottles of the good stuff – thanks Villiera. That, together with the Willow Creek olive oil and vinegar they gave away, made for a good and fun day out – sulky waitresses aside. High Five!
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