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Eat Out Awards 2011. Oh, DEAR ME!

28 Oct

If you’re a Saffa and love good wining and dining as much as I do you’ll know all about the prestigious Eat Out Awards. Check Eat Out here if you’re not in the know, tsk tsk – http://www.eatout.co.za/

These awards honour the Best RestaurantChef of the YearService Excellence and Top 10 restaurant, along with additional categories for Best New Restaurant, and the Boschendal Style Award for a restaurant with spectacular design. This year, they’ve included the following new categories that will also honour the best: Asian restaurant, Steakhouse, Italian restaurant, Country-style restaurant and Bistro. You can see all the nominated restaurants on their site.

So this is where I get to name drop as much as I want to and just don’t expect me to be diplomatic here because I just so won’t you see. Yes, of course the restaurant where my sister is the Head Chef, Dear Me, is right in here. They have been nominated for the Boschendal Style Award and one of the 10 nominees for Best Bistro. I just get a lump in my throat and a little tear in my eye whilst I am writing this – I am just SO crazy mad proud of you my little one.

Vanessa Marx – in case you didn’t know she’s my sister.

Dear Me has only been open for 7 months and has taken the Cape Town scene by storm with Tjing Tjing Rooftop Bar becoming the latest night jol hot spot. Now, I have not had the privilege to eat at the restaurant yet as I live in the desert but let’s be real peaches – the Chef cooks for me for a laugh when I’m at home so I know exactly why Capetonians are crazy about her food. I have also not been able to sip on copious amounts of bubbly on the rooftop either, yet. But trust me, this will be happening so very soon.

Nessie, I am so unbelievably proud of you and I claim all rights to name drop at any possible opportunity whether you like it or not. Ilze and the whole Dear Me team – BEST OF LUCK for the awards on the 20th of November you little biscuits!

Check Dear Me out here – http://www.dearme.co.za/ and follow them on Twitter tweethearts @DearMeFoodWorld and @TjingTjingBar. You can find this amaze place at 165 Long Market Street in the city bowl, Cape Town, and phone them on +27 21 422 4920 for bookings.

Go get ‘em kiddo. We’re behind you all the way and love you so very much .

Miss  M x

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I don’t want. I NEED this Jag.

19 Oct

Ok I’m no petrol head. At all. But when you live in a house that can be a bit of a sausage fest at times you are forced into watching boys TV – like golf, Megastructures and of course, Top Gear. I must admit, it is an entertaining show and I don’t mind it so much and will watch it if it’s on. I’m not exactly going to be going out and buying the box set. I think naaat.  I do however claim remote control domination to get my Kardashian fix when that’s on. Say what you want, I don’t care – I love it. It takes a bit of telling them to shut their pie holes when it’s on – but about 5 minutes into it they lose interest and walk out the TV room. Result. Give and take people, it works. You should try it.

So there we were watching Top Gear the other night. When I saw this I thought I had died and gone to car heaven. Actually not even car heaven, just heaven. Oh my shattered nerves – I WANT! Now. Like I said, I’m no car enthusiast but with anything when I see something I like – I know it and want it.

The Jaguar E Type (well, the old one now)

Enter the new Jaguar E Type Speedster. Jaguar are celebrating 50 years of the E type and as much I like the old E Type classic I have fallen in love with this new one. I don’t know all the car jargon to go along with this so just look at the pretty pictures. I just know that it’s the new E-Type. And I like it. A lot.

Anyone have a spare 500 000 British Pounds lying around!? Ya, I didn’t think so. Dammit.

They say you can’t buy style. But in this case, you can my peach.

Miss M x

Endless summer.

17 Oct

Since I have moved to the desert 3 and half years ago I have experienced 1 winter. Yes you read that right peach, 1 winter. This was at the end of 2008 when I went and frolicked around London with my favo man about town, Ricky Bee (miss you boy but see you soon)! I literally live an endless summer. There’s really no need to ever check the weather here as it’s either hot or hotter. Simple.

Of course, summer here is as hot as hell reaching temperatures of 60 degrees on the hottest of days but you just deal with it and run that A/C over time. I must say it’s quite amusing watching the rest of the world rant about weather. Peeps are never happy. They’re either whinging about the cold. Or bleating about the heat. Sho, tough crowd. Over here its winter that we are after here when the skies are blue, you see a few white clouds every now and then and your average days are between 27 – 35 degrees at a high and maybe 18 – 24 at a low. Have you ever!? It’s just perfect and it’s around about this time of year that I start loving being here again. At 18 I get cold. And need a jumper. Yes I know, I’m a drama queen. 

The beach for winter, yes definitely

Putting my new Grand Hyatt membership to full use at the pool, well, of course.

And yes, I will be sat right at this very pool bar with a Daquiri in my hand.

So in saying that I crave a proper winter. One with cold and rain. People would probably think you’re a nutter saying that but honestly, I am sick of seeing the sun. Hence my next holiday is going to be a cold one, in 17 sleeps time I might just add. One where I can put on my boots (the only 1 pair I have, sigh – I just so miss having a winter wardrobe.) a coat, scarves, hats, gloves – can’t wait! And because my winter wardrobe is literally nonexistent it’s the perfect excuse to shop. Thank you very much, I will.

You shall see me shopping on Oxford Street, wining and dining around London town, watching shows and gigs, having early red vino to warm up in the pub and just having an all round fab time.

There will be exploring and being helluva naughty with one of my fav tarts in beautiful Edinburgh, Scotland.

And of course, the pub. Love a good pub. We’ll be spending a fair amount of time here.

I do only want a real winter for a week, then I’ll be over it and can make my way back to the sunshine. I just love when the desert winter pulls into town. There is suddenly just so much to do! For the next couple of weeks there’s The Script in Muscat. Oktoberfest at the Grand Hyatt. Outdoor dinners for birthdays. ODC beach parties. There will be plenty of braai’s, pool parties, rugby matches, adventures into the interior to wadi’s and Snake Gorge (eeek) and dare I say it, camping – God bless my soul.

Get your winter on desert rats and get involved. The fun bus just rolled into town.

Miss M x

Wiki Wednesday.

28 Sep

It’s the weekend in the desert. T minus 3 hours. Yes please. Bring it!

I’m having a little bitter sesh today though, even though it is the weekend. Being a tad of a princess about it really but literally everyone here is going away on holiday. Pick your destination people – Dubai, Sri Lanka, Ireland, South Africa, New Zealand… and I’m sure there are more. I’m not jealous at all! Can you tell!? OK but on a serious note, I hope all you amaze desert friends have a fabulous time away, safe travels and I can’t wait to get all my presents from all of you on your return. Lovely.

Capetonians are all having a fat panic today about the power cut all over the city. Eskom is literally priceless – hiking up electricity rates to a ridic levels by adding 30% for um, what exactly!? So even though it’s not yet your weekend you can pretend it is. My fellow peaches. Pull yourselves towards yourselves. Here’s what you do in the case of a power cut:

1. Beach (obviously)

Chillax on Camps Bay beach – pure bliss.

If beach fails then, option 2:

2. Go to the bar. I’m sure the vino and brewski’s are still chilly.

Tjing tjing Rooftop Bar in the City Bowl. Just fab.

My preferred option would be option 3:

3. Go to the beach and hit Camps Bay strip for a bevvie, which is just on the beach obviously.

The trusty old Caprice.

You should all be thanking Eskom. At least when you have power cuts in Cape Town you’re not left with no air conditioner in the desert in 50 degree heat. I’m just saying.

Much to look forward to: it’s turning to winter in the desert so days are perfect, sun, pool, bevvies, farewell parties  (sob, sob), The Accomplice is home, Springboks winning, again and just an all round fabulous weekend to be had.

Cheers to the freakin weekend peaches!

Miss M x

 

Watch this. So hot right now.

27 Sep

I stole this off my friend Ands – thanks my peach! Think he’s a little peeeshed off since it’s his cuzzy in the video and I’m sure he would have lurved to have been there. And understandably so.

It’s insane, you have to watch it. Just love the cinematography – so creative and dynamic. And the surfing’s not too bad either. Ha. Just joling! The surfing is out right AMAZE.


Song- Mt Eden Dubstep – Sierra Leone
Shot & Edited- Jimmy Graham
Additional Footage- Jason Hearn

I think this is Skeleton Bay, Angola, West Africa. Unconfirmed.

Surfer’s are so hot right now. For today.

Miss M x

Breaking Dawn. Finally.

14 Sep

OH EM EFFING GEE it’s here!!! Finally, the official Breaking Dawn trailer is out. I’m ecstatic *insert happy dance here*. And say what you will, I don’t care, I love Twighlight. Just love it. And I’m not ashamed to admit it. So there.

 

I will just say that Edward is so lame. But anyways, looks like the little school kids are all grown up now and it all seems so very dramatic and raunchy mind you. In cinema’s on the 18th of November which is just around the corner. I actually can NOT wait.

And I’m Team Jacob. Just for the record.

Miss M x

Crouch. Touch. Pause. ENGAGE. RWC 2011.

24 Aug

Everyone knows how proudly South African I am. This is no secret. We talk a language that no one quite understands which you do only realise how “bad” we are when you leave the country. Giving directions to a friend I called her up and said “Howzit, to get to the braai you get to the robots, turn left and then straight over the circle. 1st spot on left.” No clue. We get to support the best team in the world, the Springboks. Our accents are pretty kak but we love them cos no one else can do it. And we’re just quite simply, awesome.

But no matter where in the world you live, home is home. And I love my country. Yes, even with the green mamba passport.  I’m lucky enough to have 2 amaze South African places that I call home. How spoilt can one chica be!?

HOME NUMBER 1: Cape Town. Mother City. Slaapstad. Mudder City.

Love this city.


Cape Town – V&A Waterfront

Cape Winelands – top up my glass of vino there please daaahling.

HOME NUMBER 2: Knysna. It naaaice ne.

Knsyna Heads

Not that head gutter brain. Yusses. So yes, we Capetonians are very chillaxed. We have some sort of other South African accent and we live under a rock that looks like a table. Yes, you should be jealous my peach. It’s one awesome rock. Plus we have the winelands on our doorstep. And how I do love my fav bottle of red (although on a seriaaas drinking ban at the moment, sigh). And then just along the Garden Route is home number 2, Knysna – which is just too beautiful for words. Spoilt.

So back to the point. The Springboks RWC side was announced last night. Here they are, compliments of http://www.sarugby.net/

Name

Province/Club

Age*

Ht

Wt

Position

Willem Alberts The Sharks

27

1.91

120

Loose Forward
Gio Aplon Western Province

28

1.75

78

Wing
Bakkies Botha Blue Bulls

32

2.02

120

Lock
Heinrich Brüssow Free State

25

1.81

103

Loose Forward
Schalk Burger Western Province

28

1.93

114

Loose Forward
Juan de Jongh Western Province

23

1.77

85

Centre
Jean de Villiers Western Province

30

1.90

99

Centre
Bismarck du Plessis The Sharks

27

1.89

115

Hooker
Jannie du Plessis The Sharks

28

1.88

121

Prop
Fourie du Preez Blue Bulls

29

1.83

88

Scrumhalf
Jaque Fourie Western Province

28

1.90

98

Centre
Bryan Habana Western Province

28

1.80

93

Wing
Francois Hougaard Blue Bulls

23

1.79

92

Scrumhalf
Butch James Golden Lions

31

1.84

98

Flyhalf
Pat Lambie The Sharks

20

1.77

90

Utility back
Francois Louw Bath, England

26

1.90

113

Loose Forward
Victor Matfield (vc) Blue Bulls

34

2.01

107

Lock
Tendai Mtawarira The Sharks

26

1.88

120

Prop
Johann Muller Ulster, Ireland

31

2.00

106

Lock
Odwa Ndungane The Sharks

30

1.83

93

Wing
Ruan Pienaar Ulster, Ireland

27

1.86

90

Scrumhalf
JP Pietersen The Sharks

25

1.91

103

Wing
Chiliboy Ralepelle Blue Bulls

24

1.78

105

Hooker
Danie Rossouw Blue Bulls

33

1.98

119

Lock
John Smit (c) The Sharks

33

1.88

118

Hooker
Pierre Spies Blue Bulls

26

1.94

108

Loose Forward
Gurthrö Steenkamp Blue Bulls

30

1.89

122

Prop
Frans Steyn Racing Metro, France

24

1.91

104

Utility back
Morné Steyn Blue Bulls

26

1.84

91

Flyhalf
CJ van der Linde Golden Lions

31

1.90

123

Prop

So all over Twitter last night I was reading tweets from my tweeps. My top 3 topics:

  • Huge kak storm when Victor Matfield was not announced in the alphabetical order. I can say that there was massive panic by loyal supporters. But our dear Matfield was announced 2nd last as Vice Captain. Of course. Sho wee, close one.
  • Ard Matthews didn’t know the words to our national anthem and totally screwed it up. Poephol. Watch it here  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fu6IG0Wx19w CRINGE!!!
  • P-Divvy even cut his snor for the occasion. He would not be mistaken for someone in the Kaap – Greenpoint / Seapoint / Moooowbrey. Grab some vis and tsjips ek se.

I love watching the game. I am no couch referee but I love cheering our boytjies on. Some ladies will be RWC widows soon, but my peaches – there is some eye candy so reach for you fav bottle of vino. And Enjoy. You can thank me later.

Yes of course. My absolute fav John Smit.

Jean De Villiers

Pat Lambie. I know, I know – he’s only 20 but erm, YUM.

I felt the need to throw in old time beaut Butch James. With stats like these the man is a superhero.

So there it is. This is our squad. They’ve been selected announced and now we support them whether they win or lose. Finish and klaar. Sadly I won’t be at home to participate in the festivities – I can see it already – the smell of the boerie off the braai, dops and tjops, sunshine, mates with blood SO green, Springbok jersey’s and plenty of gees.

Bring on the Rugby World Cup. Best of luck to our boys. And I love you John.

Miss M x

The Chedi. Just because.

20 Jul

I like to see the positive in what can sometimes be perceived as a negative situation. It’s good for your overall mojo and there is nothing worse than a Moaner Lisa. It just does my head in when someone sits around being useless and whining. You can have some cheese with that whine thank you very much.

Ya, ya – you do that. Moaner Lisa.

So, it’s summer. It’s hot as hell in the desert. BUT. All the amazing 5 star hotels across the Gulf have AMAZE summer deals on. SO, what is the absolute obvious thing to do!? Check into one them. As you do.

Now, even though there is loads of choice such as The Grand Hyatt, The Intercontinental, The Shangri-La, Al Bustan Palace etc etc when it comes to picking your desired hotel I knew straight away that my choice would be The Chedi. And here’s why.

My favourite aspect of this hotel is the overall architecture and design and minimalistic, yet stylish, interiors. You don’t get that “hotel” feeling that you do in most hotels. You know the one my peach, where everything has been selected out of an “everything in one” catalogue and no thought really put into it – resulting in no character and vibe whatsoever. Not a fan.

Entrance

Lobby

The Chedi is different though. The individual crisp white buildings set against the lush blanket of green grass sprinkled with palm trees and the sparkling blue sky and sea as the backdrop just demand relaxation. Simple. It’s just such a “zen” feeling that is created throughout the property with very minimalistic décor in the rooms, little bridges and walkways through flowing water ponds and stones with a touch of Omani influence throughout.

We booked into a suite. Just because. Now I could quite happily live in a suite like this forever and ever amen. It was probably bigger than the 1st apartment that I lived in in Cape Town. A lounge with complimentary mini bar stocked with gin, whisky and voddies for my body with a mahoosive flat screen. Then, the bedroom – very elegant indeed. And the bathroom with an amazing sunken bath the size of a small swimming pool, his and hers dressing area’s and an incredible shower. A little patio with table, chairs and sun lounger to finish it all off, and yes, you are a rock star. Believe it.

There are two amazing swimming pools, the “no children” infinity pool on the beach front being my favourite. It is here where we spent an afternoon sipping on delish cocktails, spritzers, dips in the pool and lounging on the little tented poolside beds. Utter bliss.

The Spa is an absolute must where I shall not name and shame anybody here (you know who you are). But the Confused Expat and I went for a 90 minute Balinese massage which I can say was the best massage I have EVER had. And I like my massages and will have one whenever possible. This ranked tops.

There’s also everything else you would expect from a 5 star hotel – restaurants, gym, tennis courts etc etc. Brekkie was included in our summer deal and Santos and I ordered what was possibly the biggest brekkie I have ever seen which arrived to our room in picnic baskets – so we had a breakfast picnic in the lounge. How divine.

All in all a fabulous hotel to check into and live the dream. There is no doubt that I’ll go back and cannot wait to try out other Chedi hotels in the world.

Check out http://www.ghmhotels.com or call reservations: +968 24524400. Just do it peach.

And why check into a hotel 5 minutes from your house? Well, just because.

Miss M x

Eat my shorts

17 Jul

Scottish lass was at the pool last week and posted to her Facebook status that some muppet had turned up in a Speedo. A fact completely deserving of my lovely friends status, as people like that should be named and shamed – and I quote “Seriously when will people get it??! Speedos are not and never will be acceptable!” Unquote.  Middle aged men, in fact, any man in a Speedo begs the question… WHY!? Honestly, you are an eye sore to society and we would rather you and your banana hammock strut off home and hibernate yourself puh-lease.

Totally unacceptable.

Totally acceptable.

Because it’s Ryk Neethling and it’s for competing purposes. That’s the only reason. Promise.

 Now I won’t be a complete biaaatch. I will offer you a solution to your sad fashion choice.  Ya ya, you can thank me later.

Santos and I went down to the Al Bustan Palace Hotel a little while ago for lunch and for a purchase of Vilebrequin swimming shorts. This Brand hails from Saint Tropez on the French Riviera. What I love about them is that when you buy this Brand, you buy the trendy and chic elegance that is demanded along with your shorts.

“On the beaches of Saint-Tropez, the new swim trunks are an overnight success. Practical and comfortable, colourful and très chic, a trend is launched, a new brand is born.”

Vilebrequin website – www.vilebrequin.com

So there we were, with the difficult task choosing one fabulous pair of shorts. Many were tried on. Many opinions were asked from myself and of the lovely Omani shop assistant, who was blushing and giggling away – probably because she had never seen so much of manly hood in all her life, never mind in the space of 10 minutes. My 1st choice were these, but the size was too big (dammit):

Santos chose these. The man knows what he’s on about with label, colour and t-shirt selection to go with the shorts.

He did beat The Accomplice to the shop which resulted in a very quick drive down to the Al Bustan the next day so that they could frolick around The Chedi for the weekend together at the pool, drink in hand,  in their shorts being fabulous (along with every other man who was bang on trend in the same Brand of shorts, but let’s not get into that – touchy subject).

SO much of fabulous choice.

They do come with a price tag. But peaches, you can’t put a price on style. And I will not accept any excuse for a man in a Speedo. (Except Ryk).

Not now. Not ever.

Miss M x

Get your brunch on!

11 Apr

I just spent the most AMAZE weekend in Dubai. That city just never fails to be down right fabulous. I decided to take a few days off work and head up for a long weekend. The Accomplice and I headed off on Tuesday evening and drove up. Now here’s a thing, we’ve decided that this is just not our vibe. Yes, we will be total snobs and fly next time.  Few reasons why:

  1. I nearly platsed when I saw about 100 military tankers in Sohar. Scary scary, did I mention scary!?
  2. The toilets at the gas stations are revolting. (Just threw up a bit in my mouth thinking about it).
  3. My car has a ding ding ding noise that does not go away when you reach over 120km’s. Fail.
  4. You can’t have a bevvie at the airport bar. Not that Muscat International has one at the moment, but still. I’m still going with this as a very valid point (just saying).
  5. The cuisine on the side of the road is far from anything western, as you can see and I’m not one for packing a lunch box, thank you very much:

Very special drink indeed. Special.

Needless to say this particular beverage was NOT consumed otherwise I would have potentially had a house mate with an um, you know. OK, let’s just not go down this road. So enough of the negativity already, it’s ruining my vibe, we will not be driving in the near future. (Well, HE will not be going in this direction anymore, very sad topic and we’re not talking about it, someone pass the tissues please).  Bottom line. Capiche.

The weekend was spent gallivanting around the city that is Dubai, early afternoon drinks in Apres (don’t judge, I was on holiday and it was past 12) following onto some delightful bars around the Marina, watching football (mmm, not out of choice really but I will say it wasn’t too bad at all, possibly for other reasons which are far more interesting than soccer footie. Might even watch the 2nd leg I believe it’s called – getting so educated these days it’s a joke). Also had a lovely evening for dinner and then shopping around Mall of the Emirates with my 2 FAVOURITE Scottish ladies (these 2 just crack me up every time) and then brunch. Puh-lease, of course we brunched my peach. Of course.

Few arvie drinks at Apres in Mall of the Emirates

…followed by happy hour (buy 1 get 1 free bottles of bubbles) at Ibn Battuta Gate. Love some bubbles of course…

Onto the pool side bar at The Address at the Marina – lurvely, we like.

Ending off at McGettigans Irish Pub at the Bonnington.

Yes, for the football. Don’t go judging now.

I’ve been to the Warehouse brunch before and I lurved it. This time, it was even better and there was a barfday to celebrate, fanastic. On arrival we were greeted by the friendliest of staff dressed up in 80’s kit and a shot of fruity beverage to intoxicate ourselves, a tad. Lovely, thank you kindly, I will have one of those – to get my brunch on! We had a table of the most amazing friends which I think most certainly adds to the festivities of the day. Actually, it makes the day (or ruins it in some cases).

Warehouse at the Le Meridien

Now I’ve given you this tip before, make bestest friends with your waiter the minute you arrive. I duly did this. Jerry was just amazing. Constantly adorning us with bevvies and platters of sushi, spring rolls and Thai beef salad. The food wasn’t amazing, but it was still delish – nothing to complain about. As I’ve said before, brunch is not about the food, especially not this brunch. This brunch is about getting your brunch on in a vibey atmosphere, great music floating through the venue, friendliest and efficient staff I’ve ever come across and never ending Mojito’s, or whatever your heart desires. Vodka & Lime in my case. Jerry was lovely enough to reserve us a little VIP table next to the dance floor he loved us that much for after brunch festivities and the rest of the day is slightly, um, blurry. Warehouse is definitely up there as a venue to razzle and dazzle at and get your brunch on. Here’s the contact details – book in my peach!

http://www.lemeridien-dubai.com/en/dining

I do know I ended up in the chippy eating haggis at the end of the night. Enough said. And yes, there is more. But don’t be such a nosy parker puh-lease daahling. Some things are better left unsaid.

Miss M x