The Olive Station trading post-style shop and restaurant are right between the Muizenberg Mountain and the railway line on False Bay.
... with another scenic if windbitten parking lot. Today the southeaster was roaring.
It roars so much the trees grow sideways.
This is the shop part where one can buy local poetry anthologies, honey on tap, the Familiar Bread, a few things with Lebanese and Middle Eastern overtones (one of the owners is Lebanese), local-ish cheeses and...olives. The oil cured ones are the best. The others are so-so.
As my mom said later, We are all going to hell in a henbag. Which seemed a good reason to open some wine: Joostenberg Chenin blanc/Viognier (5% Viognier, which hardly counts). Very good.
The lamb pita. Go there, eat it. The courtyard is usually charming and warm but today with galeforce winds the umbrellas became dangerous and conversation impossible, so we sat inside.