The Eat Out – The Royale, Johannesburg

Happy Sunday Erbody!

I trust you have had a great weekend and you’re rested up for the week ahead.

It amazes me how much we can change over a short space of time. And we don’t realise it ’till we revisit ourselves and see a huge change!

I love food. I love making it, and trying what other people make and so the eatout was always the highlight of my month! Check out my previous posts about it here.

Last night, a handful of the old members of the Eatout got together to celebrate a birthday in true eatout style. Our adventure took us to The Royale in Craighall, Johannesburg.

The Spot

The restaurant itself doesn’t really stick out among the long rows of shops,bars and car dealerships along Jan Smuts so you will have to trust your GPS completely to get there in case you miss it. Once inside, you are met by a Cuban vibe: Great music, palm trees and rustic photoframes on the walls. There’s an open roof in the outside/ inside area that is going to be perfect when summer really kicks in! The birthday girl had to book us a table well in advance and we found ourselves sitting next to a bridal party as well! In true Joburg style, The Royale brings in all types of people from the sophisticated cuisine hunters to the hipsters popping in for a few drinks.

The Service

I arrived late to the venue so I didn’t know who our waiter was. He was difficult to flag down but the place does start getting busy after 7 on a Saturday night. Our food and drink, however, did arrive promptly every time! The food portions were reasonable, in size and in prices, and just as yummy!

Our Favourites

Speaking of yummy food, the ribs were amazing! Tender meat and a portion fit for a king! The prawn curry was just the right amount of spicy to enjoy without tearing up! The clam and mussels were also a hit. Those 2 rolls on the side help to enjoy the leftover lemon creamy saucešŸ˜‹. I will definately be having the squid next time I’m there! In a nutshell, none of us were dissappointed with our food!

Well, there you have it! My take on an authentically Cuban experience with a little help from a few friends! Thanks for your input guys! Of course, your company makes these outings all the more delightful!

Well, thank you once again for dropping by, everyone! I hope to see you on Wednesday!

P.S Oh I almost forgot! When you visit this cool spot make sure you take a picture at the Palm Tree! The Palm tree was awesome!

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The Eat-Out Club

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Once a month,Ā  a group of people from different walks of life who know each other haphazardly or through someone else or on purpose, meet at a specifically picked corner of Gauteng to break bread, laugh, hug and celebrate life. Here is how it started and now works:

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Once upon a time, a small group of friends decided it would be nice to go out for dinner from time to time. It would be a round robbin type of set up and the restaurant would be decided through name picking out of a hat or a bowl or a plate. At the end of the first dinner date together, the name of the person who would be picking the next eat out venue was picked. And so the Eat-Out Club was born! This concept is awesome for various reasons:

To The Bat-Mobile!
For us, every month is an adventure! We’ve been everywhere; from theĀ  northern suburbs to the “dodgy” south and everywhere in between. From the oldest pub in the city, to the middle of the city all the way to the Capital City! Waze has become our closest friend and Uber is a close contender!

NomNomNomNomNom!
Our mouths have been to some amazing countries as well. We’ve tried French, Portuguese, Greek, Mexican (my favourite!!),Indian (love!!) and the likes. Sometimes our mouths stay home. We have steak so rare they mooo, ribs that leave your face stained and your heart content or the creamiest pastas in existance! We’ve had desserts you can set on fire, marshmellows piled on a pizza bread and, once, good old fashioned custard and jelly!

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Good friends
At the end of the day, adventures are no fun without someone to manage the car tunes! Adventures are boring to take alone, and so we get lost so our ninjas can come to our rescue – as ninjas do! Without laughter and chatter and hugs and holding hands and love, even the best cuisine is bland and tasteless. I diarise Eat Out. I carefully pick out an outfit as though I’m going on a first date! We talk about our jobs, our studies, our workouts. We plan weekends away, random braais and Christmas lunches. We share books, recipes, rituals, wifi codes, gym challenges and so many nifty tricks that make us better humans!

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I’ve grown to love these people. They fill my heart with warmth, my mouth with laughter and my spirit with contentment. This is my village.

Co-habitating

I’ve been living on my own for almost 2 years now. In that time I’ve hated it, cried myself to sleep sometimes, convinced I had made the worst mistake.

But it passed. I developed certain habits: I buy toilet paper twice a year and I socialise all day and enjoy a whole evening to myself to regroup.

Enter Spokytail. She’s staying for a little while and I am struggling. I hate answering questions about my day or deciding what we will eat for dinner – I DON’T CARE!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!

It’s not personal to her, I promise. I guess I just don’t know how to cohabitate. I have grown accustomed to being by myself and… I like it – alot.

Problem is, I am in waiting. It is my God given desire not to be like this forever- It is not good for us to be alone afterall, right? So I must practise with this one. I must learn to share my space with another, run my home with another, share a life with another…..

Give It Away

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I don’t like sharing. I discovered this about myself lately. What’s worse is I expect others to share with me. I’ll evenĀ  help myself to another’s things sometimes. That is glass half empty.

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My friend saw the ring on my finger and complemented it. I did what is often done to me. I asked her if she wanted it, took it off and gave it to her. That is glass half full.

The greatest sadness isn’t realising something less than perfect about yourself. It is when you don’t admit it to yourself and when you don’t take steps to change it.