More meat at Mzoli’s
On Sundays, this joint in Gugs rocks down a million more times than some famous shoreline favourites
IT’S NOT a club, but it all goes down on a Sunday and it rocks a million times more than other Sunday favourites such as La Med or Caprice.
Mzoli’s, a restaurant in Gugulethu, is no secret and many locals from outside the townships, more foreigners though, have discovered it.
I am a Mzoli’s “virgin” and I loved it. The formula is different from other venues. It’s probably the wildest and most entertaining place in Cape Town on any given Sunday.
Within 10 minutes it’s completely understandable why so many love it.
It’s all in the vibe and about having down-to-earth fun. The varied crowd, I’d say, is also a reason for its success. Because if you’ve had any prejudices, fears or uncertainties, they will all be blown away like you will be by this place.
The group I ventured to the restaurant with had no fears about going into the township. We were a mix of local cultures and two friends from London.
Mzoli’s was bursting at the seams. Small crowds of people gathered in groups outside the venue, parked cars blaring kwaito, house, R&B and hip hop.
The parking controversy that surrounds Newlands stadium when there is a big match is non-existent here. The locals are more than willing to let you park in front of their properties, knowing that the restau- rant is a hit. It’s obvious that they appreciate so many cultures and races experiencing their way of life. Black, white, coloured, from really young to really old, sit around or jam to some of the best in kwaito, afro and deep house.
The infectious beats escape no one – heads bop, the crowds watch the locals jive and pantsula affirms that Africans have the best natural rhythm.
It’s a slice of township life. There is no fancy décor and the table may be dodgy. But everyone is having too much fun to complain. There is a lack of chairs, sure, but it’s all in the hustle. A mere R5 will get you a reserved table or you can mingle on the pavement or between tables.
After a few hours of meat and drinks everyone is a pantsula, jive maestro in their own right and the place is pumping by early evening.
What the place lacks in class it makes up for in raw, township, open fun where everyone comes as they are. There is no cover charge, no fancy dress code and the rest is what you make of it. Mzoli’s butchery offers lamb chops, chicken, pork and sausage at a bargain rate.
A few men in the back braai room will do your meat just right while you find a table and pull out the drinks. It’s a place where you could meet anyone from a CEO to a politician to a local celebrity.
I can safely say now that there is nothing to fear about the place. It’s friendly, fun and unlike anything you have experienced. The toilet, parking and seating facilities could use some work but these things are minor and won’t bother you if you’re ready to get down.
Ditch the shoreline’s La Med or Caprice sometime because Mzoli’s can do all that and more and it’s a different kind of hot fun.
PUMPING: Joseph Rasta Mbula serves meat to the customers at Mzoli’s in Gugulethu.