We all scream for..Froyo?

Shall I compare thee to a Summer's Day? William Shakespeare hit just the right spot when he whispered sweet nothings about hot Summer days. 

Well, this is sort of how I feel about frozen yogurt. 

Frozen yogurt. Froyo. It's like a party in your mouth without the hangover. Perfection on a raging Summer's day, while you try your best to hustle your way into a 1 piece.

So, what happens during Winter when the sun starts to resemble a crafty lover intent on playing hard-to-get? 
Can froyo survive the chills and heartache of the mid-season slumber?
After several sessions spent frolicking in guilt-free dairy at Myog Frozen Yogurt in Kloof Street? 

Yes. 
Hell, yes.

Co-owner Joris 

Myog Frozen Yogurt has become a go-to spot on trendy Kloof Street, and caters to health nuts, car pool moms, runway lions and hipsters alike. I suppose that the eclectic clientele, combined with the frozen treats on offer, is what makes Myog so delightful.

The shop is stripped of the brightly coloured pieces of plastic that most froyo bars have recently adopted. Instead, you are greeted by faux green grass, washed out tables and a laid-back soundtrack that forces you into an eco-friendly daze.

French born owners Joris and Jean-Eric have been friends for 10 years, and opened Myog after visiting on holiday. Seductive Cape Town wooed the two into turning it into their home, and the rest as they say, is froyo history. The popularity of Myog might be due to the fact that they never compromise on quality (or it could be the charming owners).

Now, let’s get to the good stuff - the froyo. Being 98% fat free, Myog is most probably the best date you’ll ever have - no regrets and no over thinking. The flavours change on a weekly basis, and you can choose from mixed berries, cinnamon, coconut, coffee, peanut butter, rooibos, or play it safe with natural. My favourite bit is definitely the toppings! Fresh fruit, chocolate balls, white buttons, mixed nuts, coconut – always good to the keep your options open, as I say.

Myog has a range of treats on offer for the chilly, Winter months. I tried the ‘Yoffee’, which is simply coffee, topped with a dollop of frozen yogurt - pretty damn perfect for those with a caffeine addiction. 

Myog is really just about keeping things fresh, simple and healthy. Although, Joris says that they have had a few strange flavour requests – Amarula froyo topped with biltong, anyone? 

Winter specials : Double stamps from 9am til noon. Or, try the breakfast duo: 1 medium froyo & toppings OR a parfait  + a hot chocolate OR  a Yofee for R45!

Don't let Winter harass those legs

Cold, Winter nights usually translate to unkept hair, legs that haven't seen a razor in weeks and mounds of popcorn spilling out the covers. I woke up drool faced this morning, and the sudden realisation hit me - I'm morphing into a Winter sloth. 

Okay, perhaps I haven't exactly been vegetating 24/7, but the raging fear of one day waking up to a dying pot plant and Diet Coke next to my bed is a constant worry.


So, I've made the decision to enter into rehab for the socially repressed. No coercion. No pressure. Sort of like a purity ring, with the promise of a shindig every now and then - perhaps even a hoedown if I'm feeling raunchy.

I'll never turn down the opportunity to scream "The South will rise again" with a spontaneous "Yee Haw" every two minutes. 

Winter, I'm coming for you. 

Pop by It's a House to satiate your hunger for the free thinkers, the creatives, and to immerse yourself in it's 'bespoke lifestyle'. Free your mind. 

The cool part is that you don't need to dress up, in fact dress down - the colourful collection of people which gather here will appreciate your mismatched socks. Trust me. 

It's a House is currently running their 'Bad Movie Nights', with screenings of hilariously bad movies. There's popcorn, soup, hot chocolate and a great reason to catch up on 'something so bad, that it's good'.

Still not sure whether this is for you? All the money made at the door goes to charity. Enough said. Visit them on Facebook here: ItsAHouse 


Feel like getting jiggy with it? Jade Lounge in Greenpoint. 


Razzle 'em, dazzle 'em and mingle with your tequila buddies. The interior is absolute opulence, so put your best heel forward in this indulgent spot.

Do it. Plus, there's no entry fee!
Visit them on Facebook here:
Jade Lounge

Head to Orphanage for weekly Saturday night shindigs with Dean Fuel on the decks.

Visit them on Facebook here: Orphanage Cocktail Emporium

Seapoint Food Coma

Seapoint. An incandescent spot for the young, not-so-young and those with curves to kill. Cape Town's dynamic foodie culture has really given incongruent groups of people the chance encounter of becoming lunch time allies. I've lived in Cape Town for around 2 008 days now, and yet I only recently discovered one of it's most loved eateries

Giovanni's Deli World 

The laid-back ambience of this Seapoint institution is addictive. Patrons are planted at bustling tables on the sidewalk, the aroma of robust caffé hits you in just the right spot and dark-haired stallions are munching on delicate pastries. You immediately feel as if you have absorbed a part of 'Little Italy'. My friend Sarisha dragged me off to Giovanni's on an early Sunday morning, professing that I'll absolutely "love this little place". And, she was right. 

Giovanni's is primarily a deli come cafe, and is especially well-known for their 'make your own sandwich' bar. You pick your own choice of homemade bread - rye, wholewheat, ciabatta, bagels, baguettes, wraps, croissants - the options are endless. Off you go to the deli, where there is a wide selection of cold meats, fish, roasted vegetables, cheeses, dips, salads and pesto to choose from.

The BEST coffee I have ever had

Sarisha got a bagel with smoked salmon, cream cheese, avocado and capers, which I found to be quite reasonable at R45. I wasn't in my usual starving mood, as I had already had my early morning Sunday brekkie of scrambled eggs. Cravings? Broccoli, steamed butternut and a pickle. Some may find this amusing, but it was one of the yummiest combo's I had ever had. The thrill of a visit to Giovanni's seems to be their potent caffeinated brew - this stuff is the real deal! 

Sarisha's Salmon Bagel

Looks rather bare, but I loved it

I highly suggest that you swing by Giovanni's, whether it be to become part of the chic devotees of an infamous pseudo-Italian hangout, or if you are simply craving a 'stuff-your-face' session. This place knows good food, and they know their people. You might even find yourself a regular.

103 Main Road | Green Point | Cape Town | +27 (0)21 434 6893

Sure, you can seduce my muscles.

Everyone loves a little R&R and a spontaneous back massage is exactly what a girl needs after a week of illusions and delusions. The kind people at Cosmopolitan sent me a voucher for Dream Nails at Cavendish Square, so this just gave me an extra reason to have some face down time.

The smell of acetone greeted me on arrival - I really was not familiar with the high strung world of mani's, pedi's and fur coats. I was quite surprised at how busy Dream Nails were - literally every table seemed to be booked! 

This is me before the massage

Possibly, the only thing that I hate about any massage experience is the part where you're told to take your top off. Quite a scary line if I lived down South, or was at a club in lower main road Observatory. The agonizing aspect for me is that I hoard quite a few insecurities about my body, but, who doesn't right?

A massage therapist is kind of like a shrink for your muscles

I always assume that the massage therapist is most likely judging the uneven lines on my shoulders, or the jiggle of my arms. Women being critiqued by other women is such a common practice, and I'm ashamed that it's pushed me to associate the calming aspect of a massage with a hint of anxiety. 

This is why I thought that Sunay from Dream Nails kind of rocked my world in a total 'non-lets-be-honest' way! The lights were dimmed, she asked what my name was and offered me a glass of water - this really could be the most polite date that one could have.  My 30 minute back, neck & shoulder massage was amazeballs - no other unit of language can really describe this feeling. This was honestly the best 28 minutes of my week. I spent the first 2 minutes making polite small talk - this is customary, right?


I also got a much-needed eyebrow wax, after fearing that I was starting to resemble that Mexican artist Frida with the uni-brow. The wax was pretty good too - well, anything is after I decided to go to a Pakistani lady in a back alley that one time. 

I really recommend getting a treatment from Dream Nails at Cavendish Square. The interior is beautiful, the therapists are lovely and the prices aren't too bad.

Dream Nails (Cavendish Square)
021 683 7616 

..Because Hipsters Don't Lie

Breathe in some Bree Street and you will have been introduced to Cape Town's favourite hipster-watching spot. I love Bree Street. I'm a little bit obsessed with the curved paths, the whiff of coffee permeating through the air and the occasional pretty boy staring at his own reflection. 

I don't know how many synonyms I could use to convey my deep infatuation with this laid-back, free-thinking and stylish route of imagination. To me, Bree Street is like my very own yellow brick road - you discover what you want to see, or rather what your inner creative desires. 

For an insanely great cup of coffee, try Jason Bakery. I often find myself gazing into the hatch at Jason Bakery, resisting the urge to take a swipe at the array of croissants and pastries on offer. Instead, I adopt the cool kid's morning routine - sipping on a really good cup of Deluxe Coffeeworks coffee! This place really knows how to wake a kid up, between all the caffeine and morning chatter. 

I've heard their bacon croissants are pretty good too - sadly, I don't eat bacon, and I like Babe way too much to ever sway.

This is me after a cup of Jason's coffee

Frost yourself at Lady Cupcake. I really believe that I was a professional cupcake eater in my last life, which is why you'll often find me drooling over pretty creations from Lady Cupcake. The flavours vary from smooth red velvet, to a hint of spice with chili chocolate and to an outrageous bacon, cinnamon and maple cupcake. Plus, they cover happy hour too - pina colada or beer cupcakes anyone? 

Americans do lots of things right (think Honey Boo Boo & deep fried chocolate), but there are certain things that they do great - like, Clarkes Bar and Dining Room. They serve up classic American fare in huge portions, which makes this spot perfect for a hungry heart like mine. They make a mean meaty burger, magical cheesy fries and decadent french toast topped with nutella, ricotta and pecans - so I suggest that you ditch the diet, when you feel like taking in their authentic American hipster vibe. Their tagline is 'we got food, we got liquor, we got music'. Enough said.

Get dressed up for a date with a potent drink at Orphanage Cocktail Emporium. The name is rather awful, and there aren't any Oliver Twist types - but there are lots of yummy concoctions, and a decadent interior that allows you to pretend that you're at party thrown by Jay Gatsby himself. This place is pretty damn beautiful, and is devoid of the binge-drinking that often accompanies a 'quiet stroll on Long Street'. Plus, they have a cocktail called 'Daddy Warbucks' - rum, lime, ginger beer, almond & rose water syrup - that I intend on having the next time I pop by.

Flapper Girls & Dapper Looking Boys

"All right...I'm glad it's a girl. And I hope she'll be a fool -that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool." 

- The Great Gatsby

The Great Gatsby is my darling of literary classics. Demure women enveloped by feathers and masculine protocols. Smoke. Delicate headgear. The Noveau rich. Decadence. Any excuse to break the rules while flaunting all the pretty things that money can buy you. 

You simply have to throw on the most expensive clothing that you own, head out to one of Cape Town's growing number of pretentious clubs, and you might just begin to understand the obsession that intellectuals have with The Great Gatsby.  

"Another shot of Patron please. Put it on my tab."

The self-made man walks our streets with the swag of a gentleman, who is adorned with the sweet smell of power, and the vulnerability of someone who doesn't quite know whether he's in or out. So, what does he do? He force feeds his wealth on elite dance floors, filled with people who are too vacant to interpret his behaviour as anything more than just a 'good time'. This is Gatsby. 

We buy shots of intoxication for people we don't know, because our insecurities dictate that acceptance is attained if you reel society in with beautifully painted wads of cash. It's the curse of the glitz, glamour and pseudo-charms of an inner world that is far too occupied with staying on top. 

Wild parties and bad behaviour. You only live once.

Or, perhaps it's an obsession with love? 

Gatsby desperately wanted to charm delicate Daisy with his epic soirees and decadent world - he desired her, wanted her - she was a drifting soul that would complete his world. We're all searching for love in this club, aren't we? 


The Great Gatsby is as relevant today as it was yesterday. A timeless tale that will never go out of fashion, until love does. 

Chow Down For Less

We've all been to that dark and dreadful place - pockets that empty out and a bank balance that deserves some loving. 

Cereal for breakfast, lunch and supper. Boxed wine. 2min noodles when you really feel like splurging! Okay, perhaps I'm giving into my flair for the dramatics and my Thespian counterparts - but wining and dining really can blow the budget these days. 

Take a look at my picks for eating out when the Winter chills and pinched pockets hit:

Arteries Be Warned - The Whopper Has Arrived

ATTENTION: US fast-food chain Burger King opens it's much hyped about doors tomorrow to carb-loving Capetonians.

Why should you care?

It's almost Winter. Times are tough. If you can't hustle up a cuddle-buddy, then you might as well eat your way through a few cholesterol-inducing Whoppers. So, the clothes might start to cushion your derriere a little too much, but it's cold and, we all need an excuse to keep warm, right? Well, at least that's going to be my excuse.

The first 1000 people will receive a free burger - so, if you're a hardcore lover of buns of love, I suggest you get yourself down there ASAP. 

33 Heerengracht Street.

What I'm Lovin' (Right Now!)..

"I have no special talents. I am only passionately curious."
– Albert Einstein

I simply love the indulgence that comes along with having a new obsession.  I feel giddy. Frivolous. Like a kid who’s discovered a new found passion for playing in the sandpit. Sure, I feel a tad guilty for getting wrapped up in my own ‘lil cocoon of ‘me time’ - I should really be spending my days saving helpless causes, like the whales or Lindsay Lohan. But, in all honesty I feel that if we didn't indulge in life’s little pleasures, then we would merely be sad little souls who are auto-tuned to work (with NO play). Ugh. No thanks.

We love you Henry!

Bright, quirky tees are all the rage this Summer, so get yourself one of Mr Price’s limited edition Henry Holland t-shirts. They’re slightly eccentric, very very FUN, and, have just the right amount of phwoar to make any girl feel edgy.

The line is aptly named Denim and Tees – We Go Together. The best part is that this is essebtially fashion with a purpose, as R10 is donated to the Red Cap Foundation with every Tee that is purchased. 

The tee's are available at Mr Price, and retail from R79.99.

She and Him.

She and Him. Him and Her. THEM.

This enchanting duo is definitely worth listening to - if only for lead singer Zooey Deschanel’s moody tunes and quirky style. She and Him have this innate ability to force me into a state of equilibrium, whereby only pretty clothes and cupcakes are invited. Take a listen to ‘Sentimental Heart’ and you’ll get me.

Show the douche some love.

Bad boys have a way with words. I think it’s their disgustingly good looks and charm, which somehow manages to mask their ghastly personalities and douche-bag tendencies.

Let’s admit it – we somehow end up falling for that guy. The one who never calls, never cuddles, and who never ever walks the appropriate 2 cm behind you. Let’s celebrate the douches, by staring at these yummy men for as long as it takes for someone to pry you out of your happy place.

Boy vs. Girl?

There’s a new girl in town, and she’s mixing things up on the catwalk – as a boy! Casey Legler is the first female to model exclusively as a man, and has already set the tone with a moody spread of non-conformist shots. Think cigars, suits, loose-fitting boyfriend shirts and finely honed cheekbones.

Why should you care? Casey is part of a new set of ‘he or she’ models who are questioning society’s views on gender identity, and what really signifies one’s sexuality. Why stick to the boundaries when living on the edge can be so much more entertaining?

The Mindy Project. 

An Indian Girl who manages to eat carbs, deliver babies, flirt with men in bookstores and is refreshingly funny? Do yourself a favour and watch this one.

Truth Coffee.

This one’s for the Cape Town kids! Hop on the caffeine train at Truth Coffee. They make regular stops at hipster land, is the perfect spot for pretty-people watching, and they allow you rock your movember tache with absolutely NO inhibitions. Oh, and did I mention that they make some of the best java in town?