Brent Meersman is a political novelist (Primary Coloured, Reports Before Daybreak). He has been writing for the Mail & Guardian since 2003 about things that make life more enjoyable – the arts, literature and travel and (in his Friday column, Once Bitten) food. If comments on the internet are to be believed, he is a self-loathing white racist, an ultra-left counter-revolutionary, a neo-liberal communist capitalist, imperialist anarchist, and most proudly a bourgeois working-class lad. Or you can put the labels aside and read what he writes. Visit his website: www.meersman.co.za
If you insist on being a Banter, then stick to your steak and forget the substitutes, writes Brent Meersman.
"The Noakes narrative has all the elements needed for a quasi-religious story," writes Brent Meersman.
Foraging classes, internet buzz and phone apps bring mushroom hunting into the mainstream
In cool Cape Town 'upscaling' means 'downmarket', and dives and dude food rake in the customers.
"I felt I had a white man's disease," he said. As everyone knows, there are no local cures for white men's diseases.
Sea Point health food café Nü has opened a branch in Gauteng, offering junk food minus the junk.
Stretching the translations to its limit, Brett Bailey removes the frills of Verdi's opera without taking from its beauty.
The 12 international poets appearing at the Spier Poetry Festival are no strangers to exile and dislocation.
Rotimi Fani-Kayode's exhibition – 25 years after his death – salutes an artist who shifted the lens on depicting black male homosexual relationships.
Chef Liam Tomlin is avowedly in favour of using only the best seasonal ingredients and allowing them to speak for themselves.