South African folklore still warns us of the tokoloshe lurking under the bed. Now beware; the eisbein in the fridge.
There’s nothing more grotesque than that ruddy chunk of pork, a grotesque reminder of the night before, with all the visual appeal of scalded road kill.
South African folklore still warns us of the tokoloshe lurking under the bed. Now beware; the eisbein in the fridge.
There’s nothing more grotesque than that ruddy chunk of pork, a grotesque reminder of the night before, with all the visual appeal of scalded road kill.
Students get pretty desperate when they’re drunk – they’ll eat anything, but there’s some decent stuff out there too.
I remember this one time in ’08; two woefully out-numbered attendants stood, like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, behind the counter at BP, guarding the pie selection from a slurring horde.
“Was’za’problem?” I asked. “No pay slip”. “Don’t want pepp’r steak, gimme pie,” I countered righteously. This went back and forth for about 15 minutes as pie-seeking students milled like zombies at the counter. “Piiieee, pieeee…” we wailed.
We cheered when the manager finally arrived with the hallowed ‘pay slip’ – the paper for the till. It was a beautiful moment.
(R11,60) For those of you not driven by drunken necessity, but perhaps studying or some of that other stuff there is to do in Grahamstown at night – I will recommend BP.
Particularly for its fantastic selection of things containing caffeine, guarana, sugar and other assorted stimulants. Chewy things, fizzy things, drinkable things – they’ve got them all. But, don’t kid yourself, convenience will cost you.
“Hello my dear,” is the well known greeting of Mamma Pam. An icon, the word ‘Pam’ could be ranked as high in common student usage as the words ‘Rat’ and ‘Parrot’.
Phrases like “Pam for president” gets thrown around a lot. Pam Thandani mans her skottel outside The Mouse and Budgie with grace, although she has been known to swat at pilfering fingers with a fork.
Allegations of corruption can also neither be confirmed nor denied, although it has been said that cravings have driven students to pay a 200% mark-up to get to the front of Pam’s queue. Either way you can enjoy a succulent boerewors roll, accompanied by onions and the sauces of your choice for just R12.
Rev’s Diner, a new addition to Grahamstown’s midnight-eating opportunities, tries to emulate a 50s American diner in both décor and food.
Open until 3.30am on Wednesday, Friday and Saturday, they’re the place to be for that post-midnight snack.
Their late-night best seller is undoubtedly the burger waffle which sandwiches ice-cream and Bar-One sauce between two golden waffles for R28.
Your Rev’s experience is complete when their elderly neighbour yells “you’re a disgrace!” at some noisy customers.
