Friends have been threatening to take me to the Troyeville Hotel ever since I arrived in Joburg. “You don’t go for the decor,” they said, telling of the pink plastic flamingoes, the unglamorous tablecloths and old Portuguese gents whose watering hole it is. It’s the FOOD that is the drawcard (especially the prawns from Maputo).
How glad I am that some of the landmarks of Joburg remain, especially those kind of places where you go for the experience and sometimes the proprietor keeps a baseball bat under the counter. At last, I was taken to the Troyeville for lunch by friend Estelle Cooper who had been to a Spring Art tour talk at Boekehuis earlier in the day. We were joined by her friend Nikki.