Circus Circus - not just a clever name!

Kat and I indulged in a little lunch at the recently opened Circus Circus in the Pavilion the day before she went off to Uganda. Some may say this story isn't current enough to be relevant, but we both agree the story has to be told. The world has to know. People must be warned.

For our meal, we ordered the Mezze platter (an assortment of Mediterranean goodies and dips) to share. The waitress asked us whether we wanted beef or chicken, but she seemed to forget to ask whether we wanted tasty or disgusting, and defaulted to the latter.

It was a mishmash of calamari, chicken strips, grilled halloumi cheese, mushrooms, and other stuff I can't even recall. The dips were tzasiki (the best of the lot), some pink "thousand islands" and something else just as forgettable. At any rate, the meal was painful to digest, painful to consume, and in fact was so bland that Kat ordered a toasted cheese/tomato sandwich at over R20 (at that sort of price you know it will be good).

Well, you're obviously an uninformed patron if you think a R20+ toasted cheese & tomato sandwich from Circus Circus is going to be anything more than greasy, sloppy, and poorly presented. The picture doesn't do justice (or is that injustice) enough to the oddly slapped together slices of bread with a bit of cheese and traces of tomato. What's most intriguing is that the outside of the "toast" was greased up for God only knows what nefarious purpose.

In the end we spent (sorry, wasted) over R100 on the most miserable assortment of "Mediterranean delightfuls" this side of the equator, and for good measure we threw away a bit more for a toasted sandwich my chronically-drooling dog could have prepared with slightly more skill and less sloppiness.

Circus Circus... It really is!