Sea Point Pizza, Pasta Tricks Eye of Diners Posticino, 3 Albany Mews, 323 Main Road, Sea Point, 021 4394014Here we are in Sea Point again, one block down from Grandma in Bordeaux and almost looking over Hotel le Vèndôme where new model Benzos disgorged new model generals and brigadiers, hitting the ground waddling and aiming for the breakfast room. The SANDF brass were sporting some heavy caliber girths: our army marching on its long-range stomachs.
In a loose guerilla formation the three of us covered the distance between our base and the target, Posticino's entrance. Now to storm a table... The restaurant was full. We reminded Miles that it would be impolite to employ a stun grenade to clear the room and all assumed a meek and unthreatening aspect whilst a table was located. 
The place was full, the owner was beaming and we needed wine. We got glasses of the red wine of the house and deliberately didn't ask what it was. Our wine-thirsty senses would tell us its style and origin. The glasses arrived: noses, ears, eyes, mouths and hands twitched and computed. It was thinnish, unsour and probably came out of a bottle. At R16 per glass it was fine. Miles schlurped at his orange juice.
We ordered 2 pizzas: one with bacon and avocado and one with salami and mushrooms, I think. The avocado was fresh and creamy, the meats were good quality, the bases were thin as if a steamroller piloted by a heavy pizza chef was driven over them. We set about them in a happy maelstrom of other eaters dealing with their own crispy-but-bendy pizzas in their own special ways. There was no rotund proprietor with an accordion singing his "Now That's What I Call Opera" repertoire (but I can tell you where to go if you want that), for which we were grateful, but at Posticino your cravings for good Italian stuff will be in capable hands. Country bumpkins, families from up the Fresnaye hill, handsome gentlemen from De Waterkant; tourists in outdoor gear that made a good find, the young & the pretty are all relaxed in the busy current of the shop. Upon leaving we found ourselves stepping through a golden and pastoral Mediterranean landscape. Look, Miles, is that not an angel with feathery wings? Not enough surface area on them to get a good take-off if you ask me. Rosemary, see those shepherds and could that be Jesus with a fresh slice of quattro staggioni in His hand? Oops, we had walked into the cleverly rendered tromp-l'oeil mural. We pushed ourselves out of the two dimensional painted surface, brushed the wheat fibres off us and spilled out of the gate into the Universe of Main Road. Accommodation near this excellent pizza and pasta restaurant - see Holiday Rentals Cape Town options at Sea Point, Cape Town. |
