A small bistro and wine bar on Fourth Avenue, Parkhurst — an open fire, a short menu and long evenings.
A short menu that changes with the season — this is the shape of it.
Smoked tomato, rosemary butter, charred lemon.
Brown butter, capers, crushed new potatoes.
Fragrant, not fierce — with roti and sambals.
Chermoula, whipped feta, toasted seeds.
Our story
Six or seven dishes a night, cooked over an open fire. When something runs out, it runs out — we would rather sell out of a dish we are proud of than pad the menu.
The wine list leans local — small Swartland and Hemel-en-Aarde producers you won’t find in the supermarket, poured by people who have actually tasted them.
What people say on the way out.
The lamb came off the fire exactly right, and the waiter talked us into a Swartland red we’ve been hunting for since.
Booked for a birthday, stayed until they stacked the chairs. It’s that kind of place.
Tell us the date, the time and how many of you there’ll be — we confirm by return mail. For tables of six or more, give us a day’s notice.
Reserve