It was a crystal clear Sunday morning and we decided to head out to Ceres to see the snow. As things turned out there was not much snow to see any more, but the drive was worth ever cent of petrol: rugged mountains with their peaks slightly dusted with snow created the perfect backdrop for carpets of bright yellow canola flowers and patches of pink peach blossoms which lined the road.
After purchasing our snow map from the friendly lady at the Shell garage in Ceres who recommended that we phone before driving all the way to Ceres again just to see the snow, we decided to head to the picturesque town of Tulbagh for lunch.
Based on a recommendation from the owner of a farm stall (whose clever sign “Scones in the Oven!” enticed us in) on the road between Ceres and Tulbagh we settled on Reader’s Restaurant.
We were seated in the darkest corner in an empty restaurant and only after opening the stable door next to us could we make out the menu. We asked for a large bottle of mineral water and when the waitress reappeared we were told that only small bottles were available. The waitress pestered and pushed us to order our drinks and when we requested she bring us 2 bottles of wine so that we could read the labels as she did not know her way around the wine list (nor did the owner for that matter) we were told we had to wait as the cellar was locked and the owner had the keys. Looking back now these were signs of the terrible lunch that lay in store for us and we should have got up and left!
Once the owner arrived and we had seen the 2 bottles of wine we were torn between – we decided to have the Saronsberg Seismic 2005 which deserves every one of its 5 awards! This turned out to be the only highlight of our lunch at Reader’s Restaurant.
Allow me to tell you about the owner before I tell you about our meal – the owner had on what I could only describe as her gardening clothes and when I asked: “What is good on your menu?” she promptly replied “Everything”. I then enquired about the slow roasted springbok shank and she advised that they had none. Is it only us who see the irony?
My husband and I both had the cauliflower, bacon and blue cheese soup as a starter. The soup lacked depth of flavour and was served with Spar’s crisp white bread rolls.
As my main course I had the bobotie which was nicely spiced and very pleasant. It was served with white rice where I would have rather made yellow rice. The sambals were quite interesting as there were peanuts, raisins and a spicy syrup.
My husband ordered the fillet steak with whole grain mustard sauce. Well, I have never seen steak so grey in my entire life and the whole grain mustard sauce was pink! My husband eventually gave up on his steak as even after sending it back to the kitchen it was rare and not medium as requested. What did the owner do about our complaint? Absolutely nothing!
By now we had gotten the message and went next door to No. 10 for the most delicious milk tart and coffee!
So if you ever find yourself in Tulbagh, give Reader’s Restaurant a miss and head straight to No. 10.