For me, most of life begins and ends with the celebration of food. These days I must say, adding the odd gin and tonic, or exploring an old vintage cocktail, or a precisely paired wine with the mood of the affair adds a certain depth to most of the celebrations, but nothing, nothing gets past the food…! 

  I am an Afro-Boer. An African Traveller is who I am and what I love doing. The name describes all that I grew up to become - my soul a traveling boeremeisie with my heart in Africa Motherland. I have European roots, some traditional sentiment, an Afrikaans heritage, a love for the African Continent: including all its colours, flavours eccentricities, combinations, cultures, music, arts, writers and composers… and (and again here I must add - I think it has gotten worse with age…) - a somewhat French temperament! 

  The feel of my café is very uniquely non-traditional but could very well include a Zulu on my stoep and boerekos in my kitchen. I am creating a place where I can wear a Madiba t-shirt whilst walking over a Nguni-cowskin to my fresh boere beskuit on some painted antique afrikana shelf, soulfully humming along to Ladysmith Black Mambazo jiving in the background… 

  A place where I can revere over verses once written by Uys Krige, and reminisce over an old secret recipe-pudding I would like to serve in a blikbord. 
  This, I want to share with the people around me. This I want people to remember as if sitting at their own kitchen tables whilst food is slowly and lovingly prepared by hand. 

  All of this, I combine in my eatery, aiming to set a slower pace, but one with a bit of meaning… and possibly some celebration!  

  Over the past couple of years of growth, and newer understandings of the communities of this deeply layered country - I have had the privilege of seeing a collective majority of peoples outside of their offices, and albeit: in mine…  

  I have watched and learned and shared with familiar strangers, stories and experiences of achievement, disappointment, joy, sorrow, forgiveness, bitterness, fear, and  relief. I have seen heroes pass on, Madiba, Mendoza, Andre P. Brink, Joost van Der Westhuizen, Gugu Zulu, Hugh Masikela, Piet Botha… to name a few…


- have seen a male 400m runner charge the country through to a long awaited win in green and gold, and then I have seen a female runner wage a lone war on challenging persecution because of being born different.