Slug & Lettuce – Lunch

The Slug & Lettuce in Green Point opened in December, but unless you are a regular at Ultra Liquors next door, you’d probably never know it. Somehow, I seem to have become aware of it. Hmm.

Of course, for all those Saffas who did their stint in the UK, most likely working out of somewhere with a SW postcode, “The Slug” was a favourite haunt. Now the idea has been exported back to South Africa, where presumably hordes of expat English will descend on the pub, get hideously drunk, be arrogant about their country’s sporting prowess and then dance topless on the bar.   

It was thankfully quiet when we popped in there for Valentine’s Day lunch. Mrs 6000 was immediately drawn to the S&L classic Snakebite & Black, while I settled for a draught Peroni (they also have Jack Black on tap). The pub itself is tiny, but the welcome was warm and the service excellent. The tapas menu looks interesting and I would highly, highly recommend the chili poppers, the mere mention of which is making my mouth water in front of the Winter Olympics highlights this evening.
We also tried the sweet potato crisps, which were great.

Mains were a superb cheeseburger and a standard, but enjoyable calamari. We probably would have stayed for dessert, but by this time, Mrs 6000’s third snakebite & black had gone to her head and we wandered down to Three Anchor Bay where I took advantage of her inebriation to comprehensively beat her at Putt-Putt.

The Slug will need to get a few more punters in if it is to survive. On a strip where there is a bar every few yards, some advertising wouldn’t go amiss. Apparently when there is an event on at the stadium, it is packed, but unless it manages to reproduce those numbers on other days, it will quickly fall by the wayside. And that would be a pity.
The trick will be keeping it open until June, when it’s sure to be a big hit with the visiting fans. I’ll certainly be making it my pre-match drinking haunt. Whether the match is in Cape Town or not.

Gone fishin’

That’s actually another big fat 6000 miles… lie. I haven’t.
But I did see some blokes who had.

We popped out to Gordons Bay – the current stamping ground of 6000 miles… regular Gordon (as in Bay) for child-induced chaos at the Spur, followed by an invigorating walk along the beach.
The weather was peachy, the scenery was stunning and the company was great.
All in all a lovely afternoon then.

Photos are on flickr (where else would I put them?).

Tomorrow: Valentine’s Day. I’m not worried – I can do romantic, me.

The battle of Kruger, part two

Oh – apparently that’s been done. Bugger.
Talk about trying to get a freebie spin-off from a popular Youtube video. How dare they?

My own little Battle of Kruger didn’t actually happen in Kruger and wasn’t really much of a battle. There were no lions or buffaloes involved: we don’t get lions and buffaloes in Cape Town because Cape Town is in Europe.

No – instead, we get Rain Spiders and Pomilid Wasps, which for some reason have Capital Letters, and can be just as scary as Felis leo and Syncerus caffer when you see them close up. I described the charming legacy left by the parental wasps for their progeny – whereby they paralyse a spider, drag it to the nest and lay their eggs inside it, Alien-style – here. Well, last night, we watched it all happening.

Well, bits of it, anyway.
The spider had already been paralysed and was lying helpless in the gutter. The wasp was anxious to get the spider up to its nest, but despite being quite large was struggling with the (relatively) immense weight of the spider.

It was quite amazing to watch the effort that the wasp was putting in trying to heave its prey up the wall, but there were obvious weight and balance issues and it would only get so far 6″-8″ and then it would drop off.
Want to see? Want incisive commentary provided by my 18-month old daughter?
Then you need to watch the 23 second long HD video of The Battle of 6000’s Back Garden.

Prepare to be amazed.
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