I visited the lovely Babylonstoren this week. In the shop were quinces, now ripening in South Africa at the end of a long and very hot, dry summer.
After a morning in the gardens I sat beneath a passion fruit arbour and ordered a quick lunch for one in the Green House, the more casual of the two restaurants on the farm. My mom and I have a date at Babel, soon.
The salad-in-a-jar was topped with a slice of persimmon, also beginning to ripen nearby.
You build your own sandwich, and I chose biltong. Of course.
Salad and coffee are my two standards for restaurants. If they are done badly, flee. If they are good, everything inbetween will be excellent, too.