Patricia

Tuesday, May 29th, 2007

Reviewed by Patricia

A night out with the girls at Ginja was a gorgeous evening. Our waiter, with the looks of Tintin and the body of Popeye had the five of us drooling over his uhm his description of the menu in his Aussie accent. The spoons around the world made me wish I was there, whilst the Springbok Wellington with magnificent red cabbage wanted me to do the Haka for the Incredible Hunk. Then to end it all a wonderful special desert, a Creme Caramel - now if they keep Tintin and this desert on the menu I will be there every week. And with a swing of the hips, Ginja, the best dinner in town!!