I did say I'd hung up my dancing shoes in my last entry, but last night I found them again. I was invited, along with members of my book club, to Notorious in Bree Street where Club Vogue used to be years earlier.
I didn't know until I was inside that Russell Shapiro of Manhattan and Broadway fame was involved in this venture – always an indication of success.
I note that expense has been spared wherever possible and, in sharp contrast to Hemisphere, the interior is obviously not the focus.
The music, however, was fabulous and I found myself dancing to remixes of songs from my youth with Alphaville, Kate Bush, Mike Oldfield and other 80's sirens. I'm not sure if this was simply a nostalgic set or if current dance trends include retro remixes but only aching feet managed to get me off the dance floor.
Before our impromptu clubbing experience we had dinner at the charming L' Attitude in Kloof Street , Gardens. I ordered the Veal which was served with a magnificent mushroom cream sauce, dauphin potatoes and a tower of vegetables. It was a delight to eat. I hadn't expected to exercise my jaw quiet as much as I had to and was also surprised that, aside from being stringy and chewy, the "veal" was mutton masquerading as lamb.
I alerted the French proprietor to my concern but, appropriately I guess, his Attitude was argumentative and as I was in a big group, I had no intention of engaging in a disagreement. Let me say just this: veal is a milky meat tender in the extreme because the calf hasn't walked around yet let alone eaten grass which changes the colour of the flesh.
I'm not sure which is more concerning - a proprietor who is trying to pull the wool over diner's eyes or a restaurateur who doesn't know the difference between veal and beef?