Kalk Bay is another of my favourite places in Cape Town (I have many) an
d it has hot, mouth-watering, fresh, crispy fish and chips, another of my favourite things in Cape town (I have many). It is a small fishing village and its name comes from the lime kilns that were there in the early days. It has bric-a-brac shops, art shops, antique shops, book shops, and it's a place where a lazy walk through the main street going from shop to shop can take hours, or a brisk 15 minute walk will take you from one end of the street to the other. Coffee shops are quaint and small and packed tight on a weekend where Capetonians meet to have a Sunday morning brunch.
d it has hot, mouth-watering, fresh, crispy fish and chips, another of my favourite things in Cape town (I have many). It is a small fishing village and its name comes from the lime kilns that were there in the early days. It has bric-a-brac shops, art shops, antique shops, book shops, and it's a place where a lazy walk through the main street going from shop to shop can take hours, or a brisk 15 minute walk will take you from one end of the street to the other. Coffee shops are quaint and small and packed tight on a weekend where Capetonians meet to have a Sunday morning brunch. There is a restaurant there, which is one of my favourites in Cape Town (I have many) which is right on the sea and rocks, and the waves, on a windy day, come crashing onto t
he rocks and splash heavily onto the restaurant windows, making one almost duck as they come. It's a beautiful place where one can have an expensive meal or just have a beer and watch the
ocean. In winter there is a little coal fire which is lit making the atmosphere warm, alive, vibrant and exciting. (Speaking of alive and vibrant and exciting, what I love about how I feel in Cape Town is exactly that, alive, vibrant and excited). Cathy took me here when I came on my own in May and she treated me to mussels to start and seafood spaghetti after. I still remember the mussels, they were big, fresh, cooked just right, juicy and topped with a sauce that only a good chef knows how to make. The meal was delectable and the company of my daughter was fun, positive, happy and interesting, as it always is.
he rocks and splash heavily onto the restaurant windows, making one almost duck as they come. It's a beautiful place where one can have an expensive meal or just have a beer and watch the
ocean. In winter there is a little coal fire which is lit making the atmosphere warm, alive, vibrant and exciting. (Speaking of alive and vibrant and exciting, what I love about how I feel in Cape Town is exactly that, alive, vibrant and excited). Cathy took me here when I came on my own in May and she treated me to mussels to start and seafood spaghetti after. I still remember the mussels, they were big, fresh, cooked just right, juicy and topped with a sauce that only a good chef knows how to make. The meal was delectable and the company of my daughter was fun, positive, happy and interesting, as it always is. On our trip now, we all three went driving to Kalk Bay for fish and chips and then after, 
a cold beer at this restaurant and Tony was enthralled with the beautiful spot and the atmosphere of the little town. We sat and sipped and watched the ocean and the mountains in the background. What a beautiful place and what a beautiful drive to get there, down Boyes Drive with a high view of the sea and mountains over Muizenberg. There is a lovely train ride from Cape Town city to Kalk Bay and Tony and I meant to ride it but ran out of time. We intend to go back there many times, God willing.
a cold beer at this restaurant and Tony was enthralled with the beautiful spot and the atmosphere of the little town. We sat and sipped and watched the ocean and the mountains in the background. What a beautiful place and what a beautiful drive to get there, down Boyes Drive with a high view of the sea and mountains over Muizenberg. There is a lovely train ride from Cape Town city to Kalk Bay and Tony and I meant to ride it but ran out of time. We intend to go back there many times, God willing. 
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