Eating: Kitchen Nightmares in Hipsterville

It must have been just after the first Cape Town hipster had tragically died from beard-oil poisoning while drinking an almond lattĂ© when I first heard of the Dog’s Bollocks. I initially assumed this to be the name of one of these ridiculous shooter drinks or a vogueish new tattoo pattern. Instead, the Dogs Bollocks turns out to be a place in the Gardens flipping burgers which the in-crowd deemed to be the best thing to hit town since Dis-Chem started selling a ladies’ underarm grooming kit.

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