For our last lunch yesterday, Robert and I went to San Marco's at the Waterfront, where we discovered gnocchi about 15 years ago and it's been our favourite meal ever since. They make the best gnocchi I have come across, but despite being made basically of potato, the price has doubled over the years and so it's not something we eat often. It was pretty much for oulaas that we had it yesterday, to mark the end of an era. They must have known it was a special occasion, because the plates were so huge, we were unable to finish it. It must be the first time that a plate of food has got the bretter of Robert, who has been known to demolish 2 Spur burgers with all the trimmings on a regular basis. Doggy bags were provided for the leftovers.
It was a perfect day at the Waterfront and afterwards we enjoyed a drive along the Atlantic seaboard, through Camps Bay and Bakoven to Hout Bay, and eventually going back home via the spectacular Chapman's Peak Drive.
Today, he landed in London. The flight almost couldn't land due to heavy snowfalls and circled Heathrow for quite a time. He sailed through customs to be met by Sara, his wife, and true to form, they have gone out to eat dinner before going back to their home to begin their married life. I don't think he even noticed the snow.
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