Tuscany Beach Restaurant
41 Victoria Road, Camps Bay, Cape Town
Category: Fine Dining
Open for: Brunch, Lunch, Dinner
Under review: Dinner
SA Blog recommends? Go Somewhere Else
Snippet
As I sat pondering the fate of our main courses, the fun began. I looked over Sean’s shoulder and saw a cockroach climbing along the wall, where we were both sitting in a booth. We warily watched it as it edged closer to, well, our shoulders. I flagged down a waitress.
(See full review below.)
Price range: Medium-to-High
Fare: Seafood, Italian, Sushi
This meal cost: R100 per person
Including tip? No
Including wine? No
Food score (out of 10): 3
Service score (out of 10): 8
Reservations? Recommended
Corkage? N/A
Booking Information
Tel: +27 (0) 21 438 1213, Fax: N/A
Email: info@tuscanybeachrestaurant.com
Website: www.tuscanybeachrestaurant.com
Also reviewed in: N/A
Review
An important goal for my time in South Africa is to eat as much stellar seafood as one possibly can.
I decided the Tuscany Beach Restaurant would be our Saturday night dining establishment of choice. Located within walking distance, it was lauded by Eat Out magazine as an eatery given the locals’ “stamp of approval”, and by Time Out magazine as “one of the best seafood restaurants around”.
Lacking reservations, we were seated at the back of the restaurant, away from the view of the ocean. I didn’t mind however, since Tuscany was a nice place to look at, with comfortable seating, elegant place settings and funky, colorful light fixtures.
After switching waitresses, I started my meal with a sweet cocktail for R35. Nothing extraordinary, but a fine drink. Sean picked out a beer on tap (Amstel) for around R18.
For appetizers, I selected a California sushi roll, while Sean picked out ‘The Tuscany’ - a salad of lettuce, tomato, mozzarella, onion, olive and avocado (R46). For mains, we settled on the frutti de mare salad with avocado, smoked salmon, calamari, mozzarella, cherry tomatoes, lettuce, crab, shrimp and a mango/coconut dressing (R54), and grilled calamari with a side of pasta (R78) for the mains. We also asked for some bread.
Any good restaurant should whet your appetite with an excellent starter. Unfortunately, in this case, it had the opposite affect. The imitation crab in my California roll tasted off. Although it held together nicely, the wasabi was incredibly bland (too old, perhaps?). The bread was tasteless and the ‘butter’ was margarine. Gee, thanks. Sean’s salad was “mediocre”, in his estimation.
As I sat pondering the fate of our main courses, the fun began. I looked over Sean’s shoulder and saw a cockroach climbing along the wall, where we were both sitting in a booth. We warily watched it as it edged closer to, well, our shoulders. I flagged down a waitress.
“Um, excuse me, but could I have another napkin, so I can kill this cockroach?” The poor waitress, who had earlier explained that she was new, scurried off to find a napkin. Not content to wait, I used my linen one and handed her the wadded up ball with an apology when she returned.
“I’m sorry,” she said, red faced, “we sprayed for them yesterday.” I assured her it was ok, and thought well, Courtney, you’re eating in a restaurant that has its front side open all day long. How is this any different than your apartment where hundreds of ants have taken up residence?
Another cockroach scurried out near Sean’s ear.
This is very different, I decided. One, this is a restaurant. Two, it’s a nice restaurant, with prices to match. Three, it’s a fucking cockroach.
“Sean, how you do you feel about cancelling dinner?” I asked, squashing Mr. Kamikaze before he could duck back into the wood.
He shuddered and pointed to another one as it ran behind the vase above my head. I scanned anxiously for our waitress, noticing another server as she sent some plates crashing to the floor.
A food runner appeared, dinners in hand. As he set them in front of us, I looked down at my meal, unhappily. Although artistically displayed in a pyramid in the center of a large, square white plate, I was aware of the imitation crab, the cockroach laying in wait, and my lack of appetite. I didn’t want to eat any of it. The waitress appeared.
“I’m sorry,” I cringed, remembering my serving days when kitchen issues were taken out on me, “but can we please send these back and have them taken off our bill? We don’t have much of an appetite.” The deer-in-headlights look appeared on her face. “Or, can we speak with a manager?” I suggested.
As she went in search, I wondered, do people send meals back in Cape Town? Or did I just break some social taboo? I stopped pondering to return to my cockroach-hunt.
The manager soon arrived and removed the plates, apologizing and commenting, again, that they had sprayed yesterday for the buggers. Really, considering that they were threatening to wander into my meal, or, worse, my hair, I could’ve cared less. Although in retrospect, the idea that these things were crawling around laden with pesticides, looking for a place to die, makes my horror slightly more pronounced.
We slapped down cash for the bill the minute it arrived, leaving the drinks half drained.
The service and decor were the standouts of this restaurant. Too bad the food and hygiene couldn’t match it - or their price list.
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Don’t be suckered by the Winter half price special at Tuscany Beach. You almost get to normal prices by dividing by two - a fillet steak with a sauce will set you back R126 and it isn’t difficult to find a better tasting steak for R60 in Cape Town. Sure you’re close to the beach, but the kitsch decor reminiscent of a whore’s handbag doesn’t do it for me. Oh yes, charging for providing chilli for a pasta dish is also a generous touch.
Visited this restaurant and I must say our party of four had a great time and the waiter was very courteous and on the ball.Food was excellent with presentation and taste, and the cocktails are to die for.Excellent sea views fom their raised terrace and the sunsets are amazing from this position. I have visted most of the restauants along the strip of camps bay and I found this one to be one of the best all round.
It always makes me chuckle when I see vicious, exaggerated attacks on restaurants, I sometimes think that these people have a disturbed personality disorder and get their kicks in publishing these sort of comments.
After 10 years of running a successful Tuscany, perhaps our thousands of happy customers who visit our restaurant time and again would disagree?
The fact is we are ALL human and mistakes do happen, or are these people who make these comments totally infallible themselves?
Unfortunataly no restaurantuer can please all the people all of the time, but we do try.
Yeah, there’s a fair bit of social embarrassment attached to sending food back in Cape Town. It’s usually preceded by some soul-searching on the part of the diner and, once a certain amount of resolve has kicked in and the food remains inedible, accompanied by a grovelling apology to the waiter. This can quickly turn into assertivess and anger if the waiter and/or manager is being less than obliging. A favourite response is, “but that’s how it’s supposed to be!” But, don’t be cowered. Diners in Cape Town are not a very discerning bunch - they go where they can be seen - and restaurants easily become complacent, thinking nothing of charging excessive prices for mediocre food.