Suddenly

While watching Sheffield United go ahead, self-destruct, and then come back to get another 3-2 victory [link], I realised that I hadn’t blogged today and now we’re off out for sushi. And beer.

I would have blogged earlier, but there was a garden to repair and a Green Belt to walk a beagle in.

I did both, and with the Blades winning again, I now deserve a treble celebration in the form of raw fish and Black Label.

 

See you tomorrow.

Sushi discount

Not a sponsored post, but definitely a good idea.

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Go to Sake House Restaurant, check-in on Facebook (using the handy QR codes on their tables, if you wish) and get 50% off your sushi lunch or 25% off your dinner! Sit-down or take aways! Call now on 0216747600 or book online via EZ table.

It’s widely accepted that Sake House do the best sushi in the Mother City (I shall hear no comments on “that place in Sea Point” or how you “love so and so’s in Kloof Street) and now you can get it more cheaply than you were previously paying before.

What’s not to like?

And just in case you’re still too stupid to realise what an opportunity this is, let me drop these little gems in from Chef Eddy’s menu:

Africa Dream: Smoked springbok, avo, brie cheese, mango with fig mayo sauce
Sushi Boerewors: Spicy tuna fried in tempura batter served with ponzu sauce

50% off gives you four of the Dream or SIX of the Boerewors for R22.50. Pretty decent, amirite?

I would now conclude this blog post with something cool and witty, but I’m already on my way to Claremont for an early lunch.

Wasabi

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Still the best sushi in town. [light blue touch paper and retire to a safe distance]
Big thanks to my parents for our anniversary dinner, which I ate instead of taking pictures of. Fortunately for you guys, I did get one of the lights.

Just another ANCYL press release

I swear, you can’t make this sort of thing up. But someone does.
This one goes out to all those overseas people who will think that it was me that made it up.

First came this, from ANCYL President Julius Malema at the pre-opening party of the ZAR nightclub in Cape Town:

Helen Zille will not close ZAR at 2am, like she does to other clubs in Cape Town. The ANC owns ZAR and we will party until the morning.

Then came the rebuke from ANC Secretary General Gwede Mantashe here:

The ANC would like to state categorically that it has no interest in running a nightclub or in endorsing its owners. The ANC is not into nightclubs or partying, it is a revolutionary movement.
We reiterate our condemnation of serving sushi on a woman’s body, as this act is anti-ANC and anti-revolutionary. This act is defamatory, insensitive and undermining of woman’s integrity.

How many other political parties worldwide have had to distance themselves from the practice of running nightclubs and serving raw fish on a woman’s body? They may have back-tracked on tuition fees, but I don’t think the Tories or the LibDems ever have.
Look, to be honest, Saddam Hussein was a pretty nasty bloke if those stories are to be believed, but at no point did his Ba’ath party ever have to tell us that they’d checked their party manual and they weren’t able to condone snacks being eaten from a half-naked model’s belly button.
It’s these sort of things that keep politics interesting in SA.

But it gets better, because then the ANCYL released this re-rebuke and slight retraction in reply to the earlier rebuke from Mantashe.

And it’s this one which for me contains one of the best lines in any press release ever:

We further do not agree with serving of any kind of food on human bodies and have in expressed this sentiment publicly in the past. This should however not undermine and rubbish that successful, young black entrepreneurs are breaking new ground and engaging in efforts that will lead to greater social relations across racial lines.

Brilliant. See how they’ve gone beyond sushi to include any kind of food? See how they’ve gone beyond women to include any kind of human? Sure – they’ll still happily scoff prawn sashimi off the head of a well-trained Jack Russell terrier, but they’re not going to even so much as touch a vol-au-vent that’s been on some bloke’s knee.

Of course, the only issue with that blanket ban on foodstuffs being served on human platters is that apparently, successful, young black entrepreneurs were kind of relying on the whole eating sushi from half-naked (and presumably white) models in order to improve social relations across racial lines.

Now they’re going to have to, y’know, talk to them and stuff – and this without the “you’ve got bits of maki roll on your bikini top, pet” icebreaker. Can’t the elders in the ANC see how this is going to set back social relations across racial lines for years to come?

The party’s stance on the serving of sushi from women’s bodies to successful, young black entrepreneurs and the effect that it may have on greater social relations across racial lines must, must be top priority at the next ANC Conference.

The future of our country depends upon it, Comrade.

Sushi at The Square?

Having eaten our way through through the entire sushi menu several times at Wasabi in Constantia Village – and being in the mood for some sushi – we were on the search for a different location with decent sushi in the Southern Suburbs for dinner this evening.
Having been recently told to avoid the Cape Town Fish Market in Steenberg, things were looking rather bleak, but then Mrs 6k found The Square at The Vineyard Hotel.

The Vineyard holds some special memories for us as we spent our wedding night there way back in 2005. However, having seen the prices there (R65 for 4 Fashion Sandwiches) (simply outrageous – my rage was blowing gauges), we decided to leave it for one of their Monday-Thursday half-price hours, when hopefully the sushi will be just as special, the logo just as annoyingly pretentious, but the prices a bit more reasonable. 

In the meantime, it’s back to Wasabi. And I have no problem with that.

EDIT: Wasabi – understaffed, poorly air-conned, slow service, average sushi. Worst meal I’ve ever had there.
At least the company was good – although my wife didn’t even have that luxury.