Food. Period.

I like food.  I mean, like, REALLY like food.  Bearing this in mind, imagine for a moment how I feel with the smell of all sorts of delicacies happily cooking their way to edibility literally right around the corner from the shop.

I don't mean only the usual market stall fare that you can find from the Milnerton Flea Market to the Standard Bank building's trolleys, although there is one gentleman who makes the most mouthwatering burgers.  No, I mean things like Chinese steamed buns with a barbecue filling and veggie-filled pyramid parcels.  I mean things like traditional British Isles pies made with REAL pork and pastry whose recipes are centuries old.  I mean veggies grown organically on a smallholding.  I mean proper Cypriot food like dolmas with cacik, souvlakia, haloumi cheese and baklava.

(Oh, feck, the wind just blew all those smells past the shop's door!!)

For dessert you have the choice of cupcakes made with Lindt chocolate, brownies with LUMPS of dark, white or milk chocolate washed down with fresh coffee.  Or, if you're the type who likes a bit more kick, one of a few types of beer they stock at the bar.

My point is, I will one day try as many of these dishes as what I possibly can.

Why?

I LIKE FOOD!!

Duh...