Bright Whites, Big Celebration

You are not the kind of guy who normally finds himself drinking four glasses of Chardonnay at 10.30 on a week-day morning. But here you are, seated in a crowd of people who, like you, have made the journey to De Wetshof in Robertson to partake in a collection of the Burgundian Jesus Juice.

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A Fig too Wild to be Plucked Alive

The Wild Fig was, once, a Cape Town eatery of note. But then again, up until recently you could trust the cute Arab guy wearing the padded vest sitting next to you on the Paris Metro.

Nestled in a bit of sparse, desolate no-man’s land next to Observatory’s Black River and adjacent to the Valkenberg Psychiatric Hospital, the Wild Fig Restaurant’s mysterious location lends the restaurant an air of “best kept secret”, “tucked away” and “off the beaten track”. Having dined there a few times over the past few months for reasons unknown to me, the restaurant’s situation is far too accessible and exposed. The Sinai Desert, Kathmandu or Devil’s Island would be a better place for the fig to hang.

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