Anotherdamnedfoodblog has Mother City foodistas in a frenzy as it slays and braiis a few sacred cows around town. Speculation as to its author is a trending topic on twitter and my pesos are on the man with the smallest ears in the business, DC. Of course the blog name is all wrong. It should be anotherfuckingfoodblog as it has more fucks than Gordon Ramsay has deep-fried Mars bars. Winegoggle should be hired as Bacchanalian columnist on the texture of the recent hilarious KY-scented scoop, a glory hole in one.
Another clue is anotherdamned &Union photo, a dining destination that defies keyboards with its upside down N, a sexy Soviet-era design element. A bit like the upside down i of Unik restaurant in Buenos Aires, punctuation that goes down well with all those upside down !s, beloved of Spanish speakers. It was upside down !s all round last night for Unik’s carpaccio of wagu beef with salt and parmesan shavings and a hint of black olive paste. Genetic Japanese material in an Argentinian cow given a Latin flair. At $65 (that’s less than US$16, confusing as the symbol for peso is $) Alan Pick should switch from Australia to Argentina for his wagu supplies for his Butcher’s Shop & Grill.

Us in Unik last night
The Hyatt was heaving this evening with hedonists at the annual Meridian Trade Tasting. Sartorial Solly Kramer in glasses with green top frames (“only tall people can see I’m so fashionable”) and Nick van Huyssteen (of Saronsberg fame) looking more like Antonio Banderas each time we meet. Like Antonio who stars in the latest Almodóvar, Nick is a slave to the fickle gods of art and he’s just bought some buildings opposite the Biscuit Mill and is moving a forge from Simonstown for Dylan Lewis whose latest works remind of Jane “Butcher Boys” Alexander. Not a bad muse to follow. On the wine front, a bottle of Nick’s Grenache 2010 was my standout red, long with a 2008 magnum of the Spanish grape from Vriesenhof. The Cape is obviously turning Spanish this season.

Antonio - fashion icon for Tulbagh estate owners
The Eben & Adi Show at yesterday’s Swartland Revolution in Riebeek-Kasteel was a big tent affair like those East Rand travelling religious revival meetings from the eighties with miracles performed amid much happy clapping. Could Eben Sadie be the Pastor Ray McCauley de nos jours? The Rhema religious revivalist of rustic reds, as mighty Mr. Min might alliterate? Heck the first three letters of Ray’s surname, MCC, are the acronym for SA sparkling wine. Which, this being a Swartland Revolution, was replaced by corked Bollinger Champagne poured by Adi’s winemaker, jivey Jasper Wickens, in keep-as-a-momento Riedel crystal flutes after the E&AS.

Eben on a roll
Off to the VVC – Vino Varsity Challenge rather than a funky new white blend of Viognier, Verdelho and Chardonnay from the Swartland by Bernard McCoy – I was nipping I’d be a No Show, the Friday afternoon traffic out of Cape Town only slightly better than transformation in the wine industry: slow, confusing and seriously infuriating.

Mighty Matie Magnums and Simon Back