Review of Bizerca by Casper Oelofsen

I was fortunate. I bailed out of a group gathering at Ocean Basket and decided to make a late unbooked entry at Bizerca on a Tuesday eve

I could only get a seat at the counter and gladly turned my view to reality TV (the kitchen). Laurent smiled at me and forced me to have his beef cheeks.

I have died and gone to heaven. He shyly (and proudly) asked me if this is not the best sauce I have ever had. I explained that there were only 2 meals in my life that has beaten the meal of tonight. It was magic. The soft beef cheeks, the balanced juicy sauce, with a perfect balance of spice and texture and vegetables accompanying it. No such meal exists in the greater Cape Town, and maybe not in Africa. He treated me with homemade mint sorbet (not always on the menu) thereafter. Its pure mint. No, it was better than pure mint, a balance of "bittermintsweet". It is what peppermintcrisp would be in its perfect form.

The one other meal that was better was a spur burger I had in standard 8 with a sexy red haired girl (she was in standard 10). She was my first love.

The second meal that was even better was one I had in the mountains of Bologna, Italy (a favourite restaurant of Zucchero) where the lightest meal on the menu was Gnocchi Gorgonzola. I had a re-bolito from heaven. My partner was a local Italian girl in her prime. She was my first European love.

Tonight in Bizerca I was on my own, and thank God for that. Orgasmic