The first time I ever tried melkkos was at Veldskool. The camp itself holds no great memories - unsurprising, since we spent a week waking at 4.30am to the sound of a heavily accented oom, like an Afrikaans Sean Connery, braying "Good morrrrrning sleeping beauuuuties" over the intercom, before heading to the bathroom for an icy shower in a cubicle without a door. Nights, for some reason, were spent in a chilly hall singing 'Right Here Waiting' over and over and over and over - to this day, I cannot hear Richard Marx's crooning without having a little shiver.
I did like the melkkos, though - so when people started talking about the Bergbron Plaaskombuis, with its hearty boerekos, I was superkeen to try it out.
We headed there yesterday and, yup, it ticked all boxes. The restaurant looks like a house that's wandered down from Prince Albert, complete with steel windmills, old stove and wraparound stoep - a very inviting set up for a kuier.
The menu is traditional all the way: you can't have toasted sandwiches, but jaffels are no problem. And although you might want a roll to dunk in your butternut soup, you'll get a roosterbrood instead, We had decided to get a bowl of melkkos for the table, while I opted for a tongue-stingingly hot boerewors, red pepper and tomato stew, and my husband - buoyed by memories of his grandmother's cooking - went for tomato bredie. My daughter ordered platkoekies, and was rewarded with a thick stack of crumpets soaking up pools of golden syrup like sponges.
This isn't fancy food at all; it's more like what your mom would serve on a chilly night (or, one imagines, what Oom Schalk's wife would hand out to the men after nagmaal. But it is robustly tasty, and a refreshing change when you're looking for something other than your usual bistro with its three versions of Eggs Benedict.
There are loads of little touches that made it really special - like the way you get a welcome mug of homemade ginger beer as soon as you sit down, and the open kitchen where you can watch your food being made. It's also got a kid's playground (godsend) and the staff are fantastic.
I did like the melkkos, though - so when people started talking about the Bergbron Plaaskombuis, with its hearty boerekos, I was superkeen to try it out.
We headed there yesterday and, yup, it ticked all boxes. The restaurant looks like a house that's wandered down from Prince Albert, complete with steel windmills, old stove and wraparound stoep - a very inviting set up for a kuier.
The menu is traditional all the way: you can't have toasted sandwiches, but jaffels are no problem. And although you might want a roll to dunk in your butternut soup, you'll get a roosterbrood instead, We had decided to get a bowl of melkkos for the table, while I opted for a tongue-stingingly hot boerewors, red pepper and tomato stew, and my husband - buoyed by memories of his grandmother's cooking - went for tomato bredie. My daughter ordered platkoekies, and was rewarded with a thick stack of crumpets soaking up pools of golden syrup like sponges.
This isn't fancy food at all; it's more like what your mom would serve on a chilly night (or, one imagines, what Oom Schalk's wife would hand out to the men after nagmaal. But it is robustly tasty, and a refreshing change when you're looking for something other than your usual bistro with its three versions of Eggs Benedict.
There are loads of little touches that made it really special - like the way you get a welcome mug of homemade ginger beer as soon as you sit down, and the open kitchen where you can watch your food being made. It's also got a kid's playground (godsend) and the staff are fantastic.
Best french toast ever!!! Also such a delight to get plants and all our garden needs from Bergbron Nursery, where the restuarant is situated inside. Great for morning "brekkies" and then getting our garden on!! Great location and smart concept!!
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