I’m that unlucky person at restaurants. I’m the one who orders rare and gets cremated, finds fingernails in the salad and once, I kid you not, a marble in my burger. There’s only one way that I’ll know my food is safe… Let me just cook it myself, thanks. As you all may know I’m…

This is the last post in a series of Johannesburg Restaurant reviews…for now. List of things that I avoid: Pawpaw. Other people’s drooly pets. Maths. Children. It’s not that I don’t like children, I do. But the same way that most people don’t like sitting next to babies on planes, I typically don’t go to…