If you want a really tasteless
evening out, surprisingly not from the point of the food, try Napoli
Trattoria owned I am told by Bernardo Napoli.
It is colourfully decorated inside with flags and
other souvenirs around the place and it takes a bit of time to adjust to the
dim lighting. So it was a while before we noticed the tasteless decoration
hanging on the wall just above my wife Gayle’s head (see pic).
Does Cape Town ’s restaurant licensing
authority approved of pornographic eating houses, I wonder. Do children have to
be accompanied by an adult if they eat at this trattoria?
It is described as an old fashioned Italian style restaurant
and is in the Main Road of Fish Hoek, one of the Southern
suburbs of Cape Town .
Bernardo evidently believes in telling his guests
exactly what’s on his mind. And what was on his mind turned out in our case to be as tasteless
as what was hanging on the wall.
When my wife and I decided to take
two friends there we were embarrassed from the start as each table had a
scruffy note in the middle saying the credit card machine was not working. But
as that is the facility normally provided by just about every restaurant, that
was how we had intended to pay.
So we started the evening off by
having to worry as to whether we had enough cash on us to pay.
Bernardo unconvincingly assured us we could pay
the following day if necessary, and when he complained about what the banks
charged for a card service it got us wondering as to when he last took credit
cards.
His disposition changed when I ordered a Hawaiian pizza from the menu. He berated me for having
this American
shit and not ordering something Italian
like the rest of us. Are you an American? he asked as if that was some
kind of affliction.
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The bill came to R415.
The evening was supposed to be on us but all we could raise was R220 so our guests coughed up another R210, which we borrowed from them, to enable us to hand
over R430 to mine host.
That’s when Bernardo exploded. At
the top of his voice in this very small establishment this short, stocky man
told us that we should give a tip of at least
R40. He accused us of being very
mean.
But the tasteless evening was not over yet.
After we had gone to our car my
slim, diminutive, five foot tall wife returned by herself and told Bernardo that his
behaviour had been unacceptable. She pointed out that the only reason that we couldn’t pay any
more as far as the tip was concerned was because we couldn’t use our credit
card and had to scrounge money from out guests.
He was not the least bit repentant and got into another
slanging match with her saying among other things that he had seen that one of
our guests had a lot of money in his wallet.
So if you want to risk Bernardo’s wrath, Napoli Trattoria is
the place to eat. Just remember to bring enough money because you can’t use a
credit card and he decides how much you must tip.
And don’t bring the kids unless you are not concerned
about giving them a porno experience.
Jon, the Consumer
Watchdog, who does look at porn but not while he’s eating.
P.S.
The Film and Publications Board, which controls
these things, is currently trying to make the difficult decision as to whether
or not what’s on the wall at this trattoria is in fact pornographic under the Act before it can
determine a course of action.
Being a Government department this might take
some time.