Eugene and I drove to 'Quentin at Oakhurst' along the beautiful Hout Bay road. Approaching from the Constantia end, the trees touch overhead, kissing trees we call them. Then into Dorman Way where there is private parking right in front of the restaurant.
We were warmly welcomed, always important in my opinion. I hate cold, indifferent greetings by staff that frankly couldn't care less. The restaurant was dressed in its best. Lights twinkling, tables adorned with linen, sparkling silver service and glasses waiting expectantly to be filled. Glorious arrangements of Cape flowers, which I later learnt, were the handiwork of our host, Quentin Spickernell, preened themselves under the lights.