Those of us who didn't fry our brains in the 90's will remember Rick's Cafe Americaine previously in that spooky Kloof Street house. I remember it especially well as I was writing Club Crawl - a night-spot listing column for The Sunday Times and I think I used the words "plastic" and "attitude" to describe the people who went there. Rick's is back, this time in a spot where a number of fine restaurateurs have previously failed  - most recently La Vie and Simply Salmon much before that.

I'm a celebrity. I mean, I must be if the way people treat me is an indication of who I am. A decade in psychotherapy hasn't really clarified a sense of self, so I rely on others to help.

Much like that urban legend of the guy who marches up to the air hostess and arrogantly asks "Don't you know who I am?" and she replies "I'll get the passenger manifest to check", I judge my own position by those around me. Recently, people seem agog.

Anton who once served me at the Radisson announced to the change room at the Point gym that I was Cape Town 's premier food critic before giving me the heads up about the new spot on top of the ABSA building called Antique which, is reportedly run by cute Chris Barnard and chaps from Paranga. Later that evening, I met uber-actor's agent Emma Ress at Cruz who introduced me to her friends: two recent émigrés and Grant Isaacs, the former Squash champ whose grandfather's chemist building in Camps Bay was recently sold for mega millions. I was very grateful to Emma for the opportunity to chat as I didn't know anyone else there. Aside from a chap who said “hi” as I walked past but even after I said “hi” back and smiled broadly hoping for the next tranche in conversation, stared down into his beer.