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My mom and I had lunch at The Olympia Cafe in Kalk Bay, a rowdy place on the Main Road with a good view of the harbour, populated by local women with telltale, creased blue eyes, tanned skin and a slightly vague air, chilled-out tourists who've heard the word, and lone newspaper-reading men with a similar, preoccupied but serene look. The service is slapdash and tardy but goodnatured, the food is for people with gargantuan appetites; they have wine too - my mom was anxious about this: red wine and white wine. We ordered white wine and it turned out to be a totally drinkable Bovlei Sauvignon blanc. The bread, when it arrived, looked familiar. It's a very nice ciabatta, squooshier than it should be but a little resistant near the crust, with holes and not caverns inside, and we'd just seen it at a little shop on the Main Road understocked with an assortment of jams, olives, etc. You get good olive oil to dip it into.
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