I had dinner at Takaris Indian Restaurant last night. The Object of my Affection has been threatening me with this most venerable of Cape Town institutions+ for some time now and yesterday evening seemed as good a time as any for the experience. Imagine, if you will, a cafeteria in a Bollywood movie. Got that? Good. Now add more sparkly things. No, more sparkly things. That’s it! Subtle, it isn’t.
The food was excellent, although if curry isn’t your thing, then you might be in for a torrid time. The average meal could feed a famished family of four for a fortnight. Okay, perhaps not, but the portions are seriously HUGE (and I never pass up an opportunity to apply my alliterative abilities++).
We only caught a brief glimpse of the owner – Danny Govender Jr – and quite frankly, I was a little bit disappointed that he wasn’t sporting white Elvis pants and slicked-back hair, as is his wont.
Maybe the Elvis pants were in the wash basket.
+ and like other institutions, it is designed to cater for the slightly unhinged.
++ Assonance, also.