> I grew up in PMB and my husband took me to a few good restaurants there
> before we went to Nam. Loved the curries.
Ey then you will love Johnnie's Rotis in Over****t Durban - best eaten
at 3am
in the morning after a good Cabernet, or Castles or Klippies & Cokes or
whatever.
A delicate and seasoned taste and it's not half as purgative as the
rubbish
at Beachfront Bunny Chow.
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I'm sure that the worst that the Beachfront Bunny Chow can fling at a
delicate tum is nothing at all compared to what Twiggies Pie cart in
the old Market car park could. The cowboy with hotters from Twiggies
could scour a blast furnace to a sheen that even its foundary wouldn't
recognise.
Sell by dates were at an early stage when I visited Twiggies, but they
might have provided a sound case study in the danger of not having them
on pies. Twiggie would scour the cafes of pmburg for aged pies and sell
them over the evening, keeping the most prehistoric back for the early
hours of the morning when the customers would be sufficiently bladdered
not to throw up on whiffing their pie from a distance of two metres.
When I visited India my tum sneered at the soft, wimpy sort of
'challenge' that food from the local markets provided - a tummy that
had met an early morning Twiggies meal and survived had nothing to fear
from mere Indian bacteria.
I'm keen on chillies still, but I have yet to meet anything, including
Dave's Insanity Sauce that can leave such a deep and long established
raw body-length track of heartburn as Twiggie's hotters.
Thinking about it, it is possible that the chap who died on the
collapsing bog had just deposited the remains of a Twiggies pie into it
- that'd explain the weakness in the ****celain.
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