So Maybe We’re Not Ready To Join The Upper Class

In the previous post I mentioned that we had a night off to rest up.  So we decided we should treat ourselves to a divine supper at the Waterfront first, to get into the mood of relaxation…

We were walking past Balthazar and the waiter outside sprung into attack mode. “Hey yeah table for 2, yeah yey menus, here, take”. Not really knowing where we wanted to go it just seemed rude to turn down this amount of enthusiam. After viewing the menu, I wish we had turned it down, but we felt like spoiling ourselves.

During this time I learnt 4 important lessons:

1. Don’t ask for “sweet” wine at a wine bar – they will laugh at you behind your back!

Ok, so I can’t prove she laughed, but I still felt like a bit of a chop.  I don’t really do wine and if I do I don’t enjoy the bitter ones – give me some of those Cousins and I will be A-Ok!  I asked for help – bad idea.  It seems the sweeter a wine is, the crapper quality it is, so much so they don’t even stock it.  Also in order to do proper wine tasting you need to decant the wine into a glass bladder, swirl it around and then pour into your own glass…  (as observed by watching the table next to us).

It was ridiculous. The table next to us requested the wine guru (he had a special title which I can’t remember) who was in a suit and stood upright, like he had a cork up his own rear. He explained in vigurous detail why this wine matched that dish.  But basically it seemed as though if you had the right combination, glorious and magical taste explosions would happen in your mouth, sending you into true euphoria, making his job very necessary.

2. Having Ice In Your Whiskey Is A No Go Zone.

So Seth has developed a love for whiskey.  Upon ordering a 30 year old kind with ice, it arrived with the ice in a glass and a quip “the whiskey is too good to be with ice”.  Do they ask people if they want ice just to test them and see if they say yes?  And if you do then you’ve failed an unspoken coolness test?!

I was offended, but the whiskey was good just by itself . It was so smooth, well bodied and wholesome, but really, 18 years for this?! (Cindy exaggerated). 

3. Although South African, Fillet Is Pronounced “Fillay”

So we both ordered the fillet (which was so melt in our mouth delicious that you didn’t need teeth to eat it!).  But apparently we pronounced it wrong, and the waitress took many opportunities at slipping it in with the correct pronunciation.

If you order this fillet and even mention the word “well done”, apparently a small counrty filled with people will explode, making you a terrible person. Only this can explain the look of disgust Cindy received. Luckily I like mine medium-rare, which received a ” Ooohhhh great choice sir!” Phew, at least one country was saved.

4. We’re Not Ready For This

Not ready now and most likely never will be.  Besides the fact that the food was delish, the quality superb and the service infallible – I don’t think I could do this regularly. I was too scared to take pictures (though I tried with my phone and no flash – ending up with black foggy pictures not even worth putting on here).

I can appreciate good/expensive things but no one should look down on someone who enjoys the simple things as well. 1 year old bells or cousins at home while we woff down a half burnt, unmatured steak sounds really good to me.