Winter is fast approaching. A time when one starts thinking of heart warming and wholesome soups and the flickering flames of a welcoming fire.
I wish.
It’s invariably Butternut this and Butternut that or for the very adventurous a minestrone and sometimes leek and potatoe. But on the whole the restaurants on the Garden Route stick to a well thumbed menu and they have learnt from bitter experience that it is sheer folly to venture out and explore.
There are however a few exceptions to the rule and when I am in George I will inevitably end up at the House of Flavour in Meade St where they will serve me coffee, a chunky beef and vegetable soup with crisp slightly toasted ciabatta for breakfast.