More Than A Restaurant..

This piece is dedicated to the beautiful, amazing, and kooky people I have come to surround myself with daily. Characters of a unique kind; each one is something special.

Anyone that has made the move to Cape Town will tell you very simply, that it is awesome. It is a city of immense beauty and the list of things to do is virtually endless. I’ll take a day on the beach, hiking the mountains, driving through Muizenberg or just absorbing the vibe in the heart of town, over sitting in a shopping mall and overlooking the parking lot, any day of the week (and yes, that is the extent of Joburgs activities).  Basically, Cape Town is where it’s at.

I have been here for almost 6 months now, and the novelty still hasn’t worn off. And of all the amazing sites and sounds, tastes and smells, experiences and missions that I have been on, one in particular remains upfront and centre. It’s a cozy little spot in the heart of Seapoint. It’s been there for over a decade - and promises to remain for decades more. It is a restaurant. And it goes by the name of Posticino.

When I arrived in Cape Town, a job was needed. The writing industry (like most) is a hard one to crack. So, until then, rent needs to be paid and the odd bit of food needs consumption. Hello Posticino! I assumed the position of waitress – my first ever – and so began the grueling world of running your ass off and on more than one occasion, spinning to the point of forgetting your name.

Posticino is known as one of the best Italian restaurants in town. The food is amazing – penne pesto with feta in particular – and to say the atmosphere is homely and warm, would be the understatement of the century. It’s a great place to be in summer - with its long spacious outdoor area, where umbrellas are set up and a cool breeze keeps you content in the sultry summer heat. It makes for the perfect place in winter, as the inside is complete with wooden floors, fireplaces and a general hum of amiability. It hasn’t been the great success it is for nothing.

But above and beyond all that, what makes Posticino, is each and every person that works there. There isn’t a place on earth that houses this many incredible people under one roof. From the waiters/waitresses to the kitchen staff to the people most humans cannot stand – the bosses, this place has life. It has magic. It has passion. It has become something more than a job, an income and a salary. It has become family.

And so, while I still very much intend on pursing my writing career, and eventually leaving this enchanting place, I will never leave the people that have become my relatives, my friends and my general dose of absolute madness.

Here’s to you Posticino! And to all you fabulous nuts that make it awesome!