It’s the time of the year for taking stock of financial things; tax certificates and royalty statements are arriving in my post box. Last week brought a small cheque for royalties from a long-forgotten book. I decided to take the family out for lunch. I was keen on sushi, but we are a democratic household and I was outvoted by Original Bunn and her best friend and so we went to Moyo atZooLake.
Moyo is a franchised chain of restaurants with an African theme, essentially a tourist trap and very expensive. Still, the locations of all the branches are set in very pretty scenery and our local is in walking distance of our home. The kids love it because they can take a boat ride on the lake while we wait for our food and they enjoy having their faces painted by the staff and we go there fairly often, especially when we have guests from abroad.
Arguably, simple is always wise, and the burger is probably a better choice than the more exotic dishes on the menu. The girls chose this and the pumpkin and sweet potato bread rolls that encased the patty were a big win. Worth R60 each, I am not sure.
My own meal cost R160, fine enough, but no great shakes; South African Springbok (I didn’t know there were any other kind?) fillet wrapped in a brandy marinated chicken breast served on mashed potato, spinach and a sherry cream sauce. Old Spouse raved about his Samaki Kavu, a spicy fish curry (R130).
As always, the service was dismal, but we managed to enjoy the afternoon anyway, despite the rowdy company at the table next-door.