Maybe because it was 90 degrees out and they had the doors and windows propped open. Maybe because of the thatched ceiling. Maybe it was the music. I don't know. But I actually felt like I was in South Africa as I was sitting there with Kathy -- or at least, what I imagine South Africa would feel like, having never been there. It inspired me to try all manner of food I would have ordinarily have shied away from, and I was not disappointed. It appears they change the menu weekly, and this post is a bit overdue, so I can't tell you exactly what we ate. A portobello with goat cheese and chakalaka, squid, truffle oil-laced mac and cheese (perhaps not so traditional), and an African road runner steak all made an appearance. And of course, the wine. It was heaven. Although it's a bit pricey (though not much more than many NYC dinner spots), I'd highly recommend this restaurant to anyone who is looking for something out of the ordinary.
Perhaps the best part of the evening, however, is the re-emergence of a sorely needed regular date night.