This past year, I founded the Little Rock BBQ Club with Erin Jones, a fellow classmate at the Clinton School. Our mission was to try every BBQ restaurant in the Little Rock area. We also worked on creating a rating system to review the restaurants we went to. Erin, this is for you…
I joined a group of people Sunday for lunch at Mzoli's, a restaurant in one of the townships of Cape Town. What started off as my first braai experience turned into what Erin would call "a moment of yummy deliciousness". We went inside and saw a huge display case of meat, just like what you'd see at Kroger. We told them how much meat we wanted, then they started piling. They grabbed chicken pieces, various cuts of pork, and sausage until we had an enormous pile of raw meat on a tray. Once you pay for it, they seasoned it, and handed it to us. From there, we took the tray down this hall, until we got to this (wiping away tears) beautiful room with at least six different smoke stacks going. We put our tray on the table, gave them the ticket, and waited as it made its way to the braai.
Soon after, our meat was done and our number was called. This might be a slight exaggeration, but as the man came around that corner with that tray full of cooked meat, I'm pretty sure I heard Stevie Wonder singing "My Cherie Amour" in the background.
I joined a group of people Sunday for lunch at Mzoli's, a restaurant in one of the townships of Cape Town. What started off as my first braai experience turned into what Erin would call "a moment of yummy deliciousness". We went inside and saw a huge display case of meat, just like what you'd see at Kroger. We told them how much meat we wanted, then they started piling. They grabbed chicken pieces, various cuts of pork, and sausage until we had an enormous pile of raw meat on a tray. Once you pay for it, they seasoned it, and handed it to us. From there, we took the tray down this hall, until we got to this (wiping away tears) beautiful room with at least six different smoke stacks going. We put our tray on the table, gave them the ticket, and waited as it made its way to the braai.
Soon after, our meat was done and our number was called. This might be a slight exaggeration, but as the man came around that corner with that tray full of cooked meat, I'm pretty sure I heard Stevie Wonder singing "My Cherie Amour" in the background.
Moments later, we were all around the table with a huge tray of meat, a loaf of bread, plates, and the drinks we got from across the street. Forks and knives weren't necessary. Just reach in, pull off what you want, and enjoy the magic. After a few hours of nonstop eating and drinking, it was clear that everyone was coming down with a case of "the itis" (or "food coma", depending on your cultural background).
Mzoli's is one of the most magical BBQ experiences of all time. For this reason, I'd give it our highest rating: Five snouts!
As an added bonus, Amanda's coming into town tomorrow night. This is shaping up to be an incredible week!
Mzoli's is one of the most magical BBQ experiences of all time. For this reason, I'd give it our highest rating: Five snouts!
As an added bonus, Amanda's coming into town tomorrow night. This is shaping up to be an incredible week!
1 comment:
Okay... that just looks like too much meat to me. I believe I'd lose my appetite. But... I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing.
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