A Bit Of A Tuesday Ramble

I stumbled across one of Cape Town’s best kept secrets the other day. No, it wasn’t the cell number of The Gupster (Officially Cape Town’s FORMER fifth most eligible bachelor). 

In fact, I’m just going to go off the topic a bit and put a recent photo of The Gupster up right now. 

The Gupster - Cape Town's FORMER Fifth Most Eligible Bachelor

Anyhoo, back to the topic at hand, I had a heavy night at Mercury Lounge on Friday, watching the Dirty Skirts (also known as “die Vrot Rokke” by a witty Afrikaans friend of mine). I had previously never had the pleasure of seeing the Dirty Skirts before. I had heard good things from groupie friends of mine who had slept with some of them, and I was also familiar with one of their tracks (”What will I do? Ow, Ow”) so I spent the early part of the evening getting suitably soaked on Jamesons whilst excitedly awaiting the band. 

Not The Dirty Skirts - Although Their Outfits Seem To Suggest Otherwise

To summarise, the Dirty Skirts were pretty damn good, their music consisting of an eclectic blend of energetic indy rock and - dare I say it - a little bit of pop? Anyhoo, once their set ended we headed off downstairs to shake what our respective mommas gave us, and things escalated from there……

The next morning, I was understandably in a bit of a state, and so trundled out of The HQ looking for food and drink. After walking for what seemed like hours, but was in fact 5 minutes, I eventually stumbled - thanks to a dip in the road - across a lovely little establishment called “Arnolds” in Kloof Street.

There I was given a friendly greeting and a hearty breakfast. The hearty breakfast consisted of eggs, bacon, ostrich sausage, tomatoes, potato wedges, as well as copious amounts of toast, for only R16. 

Yes, R16 - basically what you would pay for a stiff Jameson during a night out.

Not being very fond of parting with money, I found this to be very reasonable. So reasonable in fact, that this will now be my regular Saturday morning spot after a punishing Friday night. 

Apparently if the rumours are to be believed, they also offer a R7 breakfast, although you would then need to be there at 7am, and I think that’s pushing it just a little bit.

So to wrap up an admittedly slightly pointless story - in fact, no, it’s not pointless. I’m promoting a great breakfast spot. 

If you find yourself in Kloof Street one morning, and you’re feeling like Ghandi’s flip flops, be sure to check out Arnold’s, ironically run by a guy called Arnold. 

What are the odds of that? 

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