What team Superbalist experienced in the month of July


Went to the market

Oh boy, another market to drag my feet at while being dragged around by my girl and forking out for artisanal, organic and farm-to-fork food… I mean, it feels like my significant other has only just got over the bloody Biscuit Mill and now I have to schlep to Stellenbosch? But De Warenmarkt is worth it for a number of reasons. The building dates back to the 18th century and offers food that’s reflective of the Cape’s rich and diverse cultural heritage; you know what the alternative was – another Burger King. If only to help stop the type of thing Naomi Klein warned us about in No Logo (we see you Starbucks), we should support the little guy doing big things. Okay full disclosure, that little guy is my friend Ruan Vermeulen whose house we featured in our story, Nordic But Nice. But besides bumping into my boy, there’s a bunch of reasons to visit? Namely: specialty meats, cheeses, breads, vegetables, craft beer and coffees. If you want specifics, then that’s: Deluxe Coffeeworks, Mano’s, Around Cheese, Ryan Boon Specialty Butchers, Nouvelle Mushrooms, Joostenberg Deli, Von Geusau chocolates and the biggest deal is probably the pop-up restaurant run by Chef George Jardine, “By Invite”. The clincher? This isn’t a Saturday only affair and you can RSVP any time during the week. – Dylan Muhlenberg

Ate Jarryd for lunch

It has been a week since my date with Jarryd and I am still reeling from the experience. Sure, the food was delicious and the trappings delightful, but the topic of utmost pertinence concerns the man himself. To say that Jarryd is handsome, charming, and captivating is a gross understatement; much like saying that Greece is “kinda having a hard time right now”. Jarryd’s Espresso Bar and Eatery is the newest kid on the Jewish Ghetto block, nestled in the heart of Sea Point. It is situated in a quaint courtyard off Regent Street and the décor takes its cues from the intimate and effortless design of many popular Australian cafes that celebrate coffee culture and humble cuisine. When you enter the restaurant you are greeted with an expansive coffee bar – a feature that sets the restaurant’s tone as being firmly invested in bringing great coffee to the people. The beans are sourced from Espresso Lab Microroasters, and as for the food – my beef fillet focaccia sandwich was utterly sublime – just the right amount of gluttony without the guilt. The hand cut fries accompanying the dish had a hint of a kick and were presumably peppered with crack and Jarryd’s pheromones. Jarryd made his rounds during lunch and found his way to our table. When he opened his mouth to reveal an Australian twang, all bets were off – our loins were positively throbbing. The heat came in double doses with the introduction of the brother – a more rugged, sun-kissed and Fabio-esque version of the formidable Jarryd. The duo spent a few moments chatting about their inspiration behind the restaurant with a palpable passion, which shrouded the place in a feeling of optimism. Jarryd’s is a much-needed breath of fresh air on the Sea Point dining scene. The combination of excellent food, delicious coffee and a relaxed vibe make Jarryd’s the coolest new spot on the block. A delicious experience all round - a feast for the stomach as well as the eyes - and a place that I can definitely see myself frequenting. But who cares about the food? I’ll have Jarryd for lunch. – Romy Rabinowitz

Went to the theatre

Ten years ago I watched Felix Laband perform his Dark Day’s Exit at the Theatre Royale, and in that time his tattoos, trucker vest and leather hat have all come back and then gone out of fashion again. What will always be in vogue is that richly layered, rollercoaster sound that Felix Laband is famous for. Playing renditions of his latest album, Deaf Safari, at the New Space Theatre, Laband was joined on stage by Lee Thompson on bass and Kerry Chaloner on laptop. The visuals, a layering and mashing up of images, some of it from Laband’s own journals, were not unlike the music it accompanied – mellifluous and then jarring. Far too heavy for a Friday night, definitely, but sometimes you need to stop swallowing. Don’t be so passive. Think. Just what you’re supposed to think when there’s a young girl having her pre-pubescent breasts beat at with a dead crow, I don’t know. But I suppose that’s the point. There’s nothing else to compare this to. Now according to a long-dead payoff line, it’s always better on the big screen, which is not necessarily the case when there are naked tribesmen pogoing, their uncircumcised members fapping in time to the beat. Meanwhile a greased-up stripper offers her ass. Then the tribesmen are superimposed over the stripper so that they’re hurling spears at her bum... It’s especially awkward when you’re sitting next to your friend’s wife, knees touching. Should I keep bopping my head to the beat like that, or does it look like I’m getting off on the horrible scenes being played on the screen in front of us? Pornography and politics. Zuma. Eugene Terror. Hitler. “And the devil threatens me”. The posters say that Kerry Chaloner did the visuals. I’m not really a fan of girlfriends getting in on the act. Fanboys aren’t supposed to like their heroes’ significant others. Maybe my dick’s too small to give her the benefit of the doubt, but I have to question how much was her and what was Laband’s, or why she couldn’t have just pressed play on the laptop and then walked off stage? Maybe I’m wrong. It wouldn’t be the first time. I remember writing off Anri when she first started doing visuals for Waddy and next thing she’s helped him to come up with Die Antwoord and is now busy organising play dates with Jack Black. You know what? Maybe I will give Kerry the benefit of the doubt. She’s always had a knack of gravitating towards talent. Yes this type of talk is provocative, but then so is the music, which when accompanied by the aforementioned visuals it’s as if Laband is playing snake charmer and trying to get a rise out of his audience. The show climaxed with Laband singing something deep and bluesy and I doubt that there are many people who have heard him sing before. Some guys in the front started doing things like cheering, which is fine, and then whistling, again – okay, but when they started speaking over the music like scat artists “We love you Felix!” and “You did it buddy!” and “Fee-lix!” I don’t know whether to feel that weird warm feeling when you experience a slow clap, or get irritated. Pornography and politics. Racism and reverb. AWB members shot dead in Bophuthatswana, interviews with child soldiers discussing the merits of short vs long sleeves, lizards eating antelope, snakes and spiders, fire eating, pussy popping... Mavuso called it a “wonderful doomage”, which sums up the show perfectly. Wonderful. Dark. Thought-provoking. And when I got home I had to watch Legally Blonde 2 just to decompress. – Dylan Muhlenberg

Watched cartoons

"We're exactly like a man capable of sustaining a platonic friendship with an attractive female co-worker: we're entirely hypothetical." Quotable Rick-isms like these are one of the many reasons for which internet trawlers with open-minded senses of humour (read: stoners), as well as friends within their rant-radius, are stuck on to the already cultish, Back to the Future-inspired animated series, Rick and Morty. On the 26th of July, the eagerly anticipated second season pilot dropped and the internet frothed (off the record, it leaked three weeks early so gees had died down a little by then). Rick Sanchez, a sociopathic, infinitely knowledgeable scientist and his two teenage grandkids – the emotionally intelligent but intellectually stunted Morty and his vapid sister Summer – froze time at the end of Season One. The purpose: to repair their (Rick-ity Rick-ity) wrecked family home after a debaucherous, inter-dimensional party before their clueless parents returned. The new season gets going where the last one left off. And it’s a great start. Continuing its sublime contrast of crafted jokes and somewhat loose, improvisational feel in the context of a mind-bending plot, the episode also touches on the increasingly fascinating emotional dynamic between the two protagonists. All this strongly suggests that creators Dan Harmon (the brains behind Community) and Justin Roiland (Earl of Lemongrab from Adventure Time who also voices both Rick and Morty) have a deep inspiration well, which bodes well for what’s to come. Newcomers, this isn’t your average adult animation, focusing on the offensive or outright bizarre. It’s an intelligent, iconoclastic project that is unafraid to break conventions and the fourth wall. Much like Drizzy with the Billboard Charts, it seems like these dudes can do no wrong right now. Give it a bash. - Zia Haffejee 

Watched TV

“We get the world we deserve.” Okay, fine, but did we get the show that we want? The first True Detective episode was the best TV since The Wire, with Nic Pizzolatto’s debut starring Mathew McConaughey and Woody Harrelson sifting through devil traps while hunting a serial killer in southern Louisiana. A weird, dark and twisted tale for sure. For True Detective Season Two we get Vince Vaughan, Colin Farrell, Rachel McAdams and Taylor Kitsch following the high-profile murder of a city planner who is found with satanic symbols etched into his chest, his eyes burned out and his balls blown off. So far so similar. However, besides the fact that we’re dealing with damaged cops again, there’s a new cast, new story and new city. Ultimately it’s about the development of the big-name cast of characters. Farrell plays a burned out and compromised detective whose allegiances are torn between a corrupt police department and his other boss the mobster. Add to this a drink and drug problem, anger management issues and a redheaded son that might not be his and whose ex-wife is trying to take away from him. McAdams, who you may remember as Regina George in Mean Girls, is a detective whose uncompromising ethics put her at odds with others and the system she serves. She had a very alternative childhood and her father reckons that her, “entire personality is a criticism of his values”. She doesn’t trust anybody, doesn’t need anybody and is a jaded, fierce and flawed hot mess. Kitsch plays a war vet and motorcycle cop who wants to do the right thing but given his difficult past and a blow job that never happened has a hard time pulling this off. Probably the most conflicted of the bunch, he sums up his character perfectly when he says, “I don’t know who the fuck I am.” Then there’s the former thug turned businessman played by Vaughan, who is in danger of losing his empire when his move into a legitimate enterprise is killed off by the murder of his business partner (that’s the guy with no eyes, no balls and the satanic symbols etched into his chest). He is living the American Dream and operates on his own set of rules and morals in order to maintain it. So are we convinced? You can take our constantly humming that opening theme “Nevermind” by Leonard Cohen as a yes. – Dylan Muhlenberg

Knocked on Door 221

I’ll be the first one to admit that I spend a little too much time at Yourstruly and The Power & Glory. Mainly because they’re in walking distance from my house and I’m lazy but also because they’re a guaranteed good time. However, when new dive bar (their words not mine) Door 221 opened recently, I decided to throw caution to the wind and venture onto upper Bree, and I haven’t looked back since (that’s a lie but you get the point). First off, it’s got a great atmosphere (and pulls a very good-looking crowd which doesn’t hurt); it has that intimate neighbourhood bar feel ideal for after-work drinks as well as a pre-drinks for a night out. I’m also a serious fan of the unfussy decor and love how the old-fashioned eye testing machine as well as the vintage filing cabinet topped with an assortment of old medicine bottles and succulents add subtle charm. When it comes to food and beverages, they’ve got delicious tapas-style bar snacks, I could have eaten about three portions of the Mushroom Arancini balls and their Rum Sours cocktail is a must. But if you really want to do yourself a favour, head there for Taco Tuesdays. You can choose from pulled pork, fish or vegetarian for the ridiculously good price of R45. It’s still early days for this character-filled bar, but it’s settled into its neighbourhood niche quite nicely and I have a feeling it’s here to stay. – Rosie Goddard