Bellevue Café

Bellevue Café in Kloof is something of a local favourite, with its beautifully designed spaces, indoor/outdoor appeal and double volume interior. Popular with families, it’s a great place to sit back and relax while enjoying the dappled shade under the trees on the patio. After a meal, there is also a shop next door which is full of interesting gifts, and a gallery above the restaurant, both of which add to the arty, hipster vibe of the place.

The café is open all day, but we were there on a mission for brunch. The breakfast menu is available until 11.30, and features a pitcher of orange juice paired with a bottle of champagne, so you know that they take mornings seriously.

There is a fairly extensive menu that takes in all of the usual suspects, as well as offering some more interesting choices. I opted for the Bellevue Billionaire’s Club (with that name, how could you not?) which involves truffled scrambled eggs, bacon, tomato chutney and parmesan on rye. The rest of the brunching party each went their separate ways; one choosing an exotic poached eggs, avocado hummus, bacon and dukka on rye creation; another going with classic French toast and bacon, and the last with the spicy chicken livers on toast, topped with a fried egg.

The Billionaires Club was pretty good, with creamy scrambled eggs, albeit without any detectable hint of truffle, making it maybe more of a Millionaires Club. The poached egg creation had eggs that were perfectly done, soft and golden – although the hummus seemed to have disappeared, and the dukka, which was such an interesting sounding addition, was simply a sprinkled garnish, rather than an integral part of the dish.

The French toast and bacon proved something of a winner, with a generous heap of moist, fluffy French toast, piles of bacon and plenty of maple syrup. The chicken livers were also well received, being spicy as advertised and served in a rich sauce which soaked nicely into the toast.

Coffee was good – try the sweet and strong Turkish coffee, and orange juice arrives in enormous glasses (seriously, you could share if you were so inclined). We stayed on, lingering in the winter sun, and eventually left before we were tempted to move on to lunch…

This little piggy went to Market

When we arrive at Market for a leisurely brunch they are only just opening up at 9am, but Durban is like that. The place is well hidden, with a narrow pathway beside a fairly nondescript building in Gladys Mazibuko (Marriott) Road leading into a rather lovely courtyard. 

Beneath the trees, the gravel is scattered with fallen leaves. A bulky lady squeezed into a regulation maid’s outfit is attempting to gather them up with a rake. She is assaulting the leaves with relentless strokes, and moving more stone than leaf in the process. The source of her frustration is a ring of graceful Leopard trees surrounding a small stone pond. The pond features a fountain, which is anaemically pulsing tepid water through the moist air down to the koi that circle below. A man in tight fitting yellow pants and a white, v-neck that shows off his tattooed arms, carefully measures out a single scoop of pellets for the pond’s gaping inhabitants. Judging by his proprietary air, he is the owner of the fountain, the trees, and the restaurant that they form part of. 

At the table next to ours, a young couple takes their seats. She wears an orange sheath that complements her obvious fake tan, and the too-thick makeup which covers her face. Despite the breakfast hour, she has obviously spent time preparing her eyelashes, which are too long to be real and must have been meticulously applied with adhesive, like some kind of disguise. Her boyfriend is explaining something obvious to her, in an unconsciously condescending fashion: ‘No you have to go into the bank to change your account limit… No, they won’t let you do it online’. She looks admiringly at him, impressed by his mastery of the self-evident.

‘Are you ready to order?’ Our waitress has taken her style cues from the restaurant owner, or perhaps there is a dress code – like him, she has a collection of tattoos, Cyrillic script on the forearm, a religious symbol near her shoulder, and a fairy that adorns her ankle. We order drinks: freshly squeezed carrot and orange juice with extra ginger, and later, coffee. Both are excellent. 

For brunch we order croissant French toast with lemon curd and crispy bacon, and a potato rosti, salmon, crème fraîche and poached egg combination. The croissant French toast is so good that I have taken to making it at home. The unusual pairing with lemon curd is fun, tasty and different. The rosti is equally good - a fairly regular breakfast arrangement, but the proportions of egg, salmon and crème fraîche are just right, making the medium sized portion sit perfectly - not too heavy, not too light.

As we eat, we watch the couple next to us and attempt to guess at their relationship. Now they are asking each other what type of music they like, what TV shows they watch. Is it a first date? Perhaps she has slept over at his place, and is wearing her makeup from the night before. He outlines for her his plans for workplace success: ‘I just need to score a couple of big deals’, he says, ‘then I’ll be ready for promotion when he retires’. She makes supportive noises, but seems more interested in her breakfast (she has also gone for the rosti with salmon and poached egg).

Before leaving we explore the retail space opposite the restaurant. Called Shoppe, it is full of art, ceramics and furniture from South African designers. They stock Lisa Firer, Sootcookie and many other artists, and the shelves are full of beautiful items that you normally see only in decor magazines. Think of it as dessert.