Dressing up…Rose Bouqet lipstick…Talking and Laughing…Holding Hands…A Table for two…a local Craft Beer…A Boschendal Rose Garden Rose…
Two Olives Restaurant and Tapas Bar
Adding my solitary lonliness with Mr. P’s demanding work schedule and recent Fascia Back situation…it was such a magnificant way to reconnect and fall a little deeper into that yummy feeling…
The Two Olives is located in the historic area of Richmond Hill. This marvelous Farm-To-Table Artisan Restaurant is located on the second story.
The alluring side entrance to the stairwell winds up to the warm and open arms of the Authentic Mediterranean Restaurant…
Our Traditional Friday Night pizza drew Mr. P to chose the Salami Gorgonzola Pizza…had a slice…yummy looking as well as delectable…although not wood fired…Mr. P’s preferred type of pizza
It took me a while longer to figure out my desired dish of the evening would be…the many variations on our traditional choice of pizza on Friday’s plus the plethora of mouth watering plate descriptions made my decision extremly difficult and took more time than I would care to freely admit…
There was some anxiety with my choice…I have a fondness for certain seafood…such as shrimp…so I leaned towards choosing the Prawns…but there was several downsides to that choice…
I had seen Prawns served here in SA…and they are served all intact…heads with little beady black eyes and whiskery antennae…and all 10 of those pesky legs…how was I to eat them without making a fool out of myself and having a mini panic attack…
The desire to investigate something new that I hadn’t tried before here in SA won out…I chose the Pan Fried Prawns with the Chili Sauce…
and in keeping of low carb eating…exchanged the rice and fries for a Greek Salad…and that was an exceedingly excellent decision…so delish!!!!
Now just saying…this was exquisite on the palate…the chili sauce was something I would have paid extra for…my desire for piquant, zesty food is not not often placated here in South Africa…but this definately did the trick…
And the waiter brought a fingerbowl of warm water with lemon…so at least my fingers ended up clean…can’t say that for my blouse though…
Definately a Richland Hill Magic Kind of Evening…
