When I first saw Nom Nom written in a tweet. I had no idea. Well, I had some idea based on the mention of a macaron in the same sentence. But really? Nom Nom? I don’t make that sound when I eat nor when I enjoy anything else. I mean, it kind of sounds like you’re talking with your mouth full and attempting to say Yum yum. And really, I’d prefer if people just kept to the traditional yum yum.
Anyway, the coffee shop is named after this ridiculous phrase… however, ridiculous the little place is not. Its gorgeous. Its pretty. I don’t know St George’s Mall at all but suggested to meet my bridesmaid (she was my bridesmaid on the day, and this is how differentiate between her, and my other best friends) for coffee at the new Nom Nom (feel like an angel just lost its wings when I say it). Sitting on an antique-looking Fauteuil (yes I did google it) reading the paper, it was like I’d stepped onto a Parisian street and was meeting my friend at an iconic picturesque sidewalk cafe. We sat outside, seeing as though it is still summer in Cape Town. Although its literally part of the pedestrian mall, they’ve set it up in such a way that feels exclusive. This little slice of antique Paris, only for their guests.
We only ordered coffee, but I popped my head in and smiled at the gorgeous decor and a small upstairs section too. A cute window seat to share (closely) with someone come winter, and what looked like homebaked goodies. Nicely wrapped brownies and fudges (am totally guessing, I haven’t a clue as I’m still on a diet and can’t get too close) all bearing the shops name brand. A nice finishing touch.
For opening week, they’re doing well and looked really busy again when I walked past today. While I’m still not keen on the name, it does sort of sound like a french person, saying yum yum. Which I guess then makes it very fitting for the establishment. Its pretty and elegant. I will definitely be stopping in regularly.
On Friday I was invited to lunch in heaven. Ok, not really. But the new Hemelhuijs in Waterkant Street has an array of playful blog posts written about its heavenly presence, I thought I’d jump on the bandwagon.
Last weekend I walked straight past it on my BIG walk. I didn’t notice it, or any of the gorgeous little shops down that pedastrianised part of Waterkant street. Remember the fanwalk bridge (yes, the fanwalk I never walked… location, location, location) while its right there, city side.
When I used to think of heaven I imagined, puffy clouds and rainbows… maybe a harpist and lots of gold and white. Well thankfully Hemelhuijs is none of that and rather a sophisticated mix of charcoal walls, white floating shelves and unique ceiling art. AND delectable food.
I had the poached eggs, prosciutto, artichoke and hollandaisse sauce (R55) – yes, it was lunch meeting but with breakfast available all day I couldn’t resist a 1pm eggs benedict. My cuppa was strong and served in an interesting pottery cup with no handle. I liked it… I felt European.
The counter is strewn with beautiful cakes (or was it just those tall cake domes that I fancied) and fresh bread that the waiters were cutting to serve (even if we had to ask for it). Tap water was available with no offer of still or sparkling, thankfully. By 1.30 the place was packed, and I hear this is the trend.
My only niggling disappointment about the ‘House of Joy’ (the dutch translation of Hemelhuijs) is that they don’t do muffins or croissants or anything smaller than the meals on the menu (all of which are under R90 btw). As much as my meal was delicious, when you have to head back to the office after lunch, sometimes smaller is better…Needless to say, it was ‘maagie vol, oogies toe’ for me!
I used to love Starbucks. I had my order sorted (Tall skinny extra hot wet latte). I used to walk past three Starbucks between getting off the tube and getting to my office. I HAD to love starbucks at that rate. I spent a lot of money at Starbucks.
I then moved back to Cape Town, and coffee-on-the-go is harder to come by here. Clearly, Because today I drove in the opposite direction of my office. Parked. Convinced a parking official I was only going to be five minutes. Walked into St John’s Piazza, and even managed a quick squizz at a cute skirt.
And then I ordered the best cappuccino in the world!
I LOVE W Cafe‘s Cappuccino’s. Love with a capital L.