Put it this way, a guy proposed to his girlfriend at Monza. While I’m not a fan of public proposals (mainly because I’m not the one being proposed to) I can totally understand why it is considered a potential proposal spot. Soft lightning, intimate tables, Bach doing his thing in the background and tables so beautifully laid that the temptation to steal the cutlery is strong. I may have placed a tissue over the crisp white linen napkin because it didn’t deserve to get dirty.
I can still taste my fillet. And not in a bilious, indigestion type way, but in a mouthwatering, ‘so this is what royalty feels like!’ way. The portions were perfect, the service impeccable and presentation off the charts. Every gastronomical delight is covered in a steel dome which the waiter whips open and says ‘taaddaaaaa!’ Don’t think I didn’t ask them to do that a few times.
The tea smoked ostrich carpaccio and peppered beef salad for starters. Both so tender, that conversation died instantly and neither my partner nor I wanted to do a taste swap. The real winner of the evening was the fillet of beef. I am no stranger to the fillet, but I will say I have never tasted a fillet as heavenly as the one presented to moi. I asked this amazing piece of meat to marry me and promised to give it a life that it deserved. I then toasted to us with the Creation Pinot Noir, and was pretty much in my favourite place - culinary heaven.
Factoring in the setting, the service, the steel dome plates, the way they say ‘taaadaaa’, the level of cuisine, you will find their à la carte menu is very reasonably priced. Starters range from R65 to R82, and main courses are anything from R75 to R175. You’re looking at R40 to R50 for desserts.
An evening when you feel like spoiling your taste buds. Or proposing to your food.
Monza was reviewed by Baglett. Read her tea-snortingly funny blog here.