Like many Capetonians, I have a love-hate relationship with Camps Bay. The backdrop of the Twelve Apostles and sparkling, palm-lined sea are certainly glorious, but many of the restaurants, consequently, fall into the tourist trap bracket. Offering mediocre and/or overpriced food and indifferent service, they seem to get by on looks alone, pulling in the tourists with five-star views of the sunset – and sitting empty, forsaken by locals, over the long winter season, as a result.
The latest addition to the strip, Umi at The Marly Hotel, is being marketed as something a little more ambitious: a competitor to Nobu, complete with Japanese chefs and five-star produce. So does the food measure up?
Australian chef Scott Hallsworth, who has worked at Nobu London and Nobu Melbourne, came on board for the menu development phase, and the kitchen is now run by Julian Gabriel, who’s done time at The Cape Grace, Delaire Graff and abroad, including a stint for John Torode of British MasterChef fame.
The menu is extensive: new-style sashimi, sushi, tempura, grills and seafood with an Asian twist – think dashi-infused crayfish with yuzu butter; Norwegian salmon with teriyaki, soy and asparagus; and black cod with misoyaki. It’s a little tricky to narrow down the options, so we dutifully follow the waiter’s recommendations.
The starter of lobster rice paper rolls with avocado, spicy mayonnaise and a lone tempura cocktail tomato is a little forgettable – not as fresh and fragrant as it could’ve been, though the tiny circles of jalapeno add a little kick. The rock shrimp tempura (little battered balls of shrimp) are firm, crunchy and yummy enough with a spicy mayonnaise.
The baby spinach salad with truffle oil, yuzu, dried miso and crispy leeks shows a bit more class. With simple yet full-on flavour, it demonstrates some considered balancing of sour, umami and salty flavours. The beer-marinated beef fillet with a trio of sauces is a triumph. Juicy and tender, it’s so full of flavour that it barely resembles fillet, which can sometimes be a little bland. It’s a small portion, but topped with exotic mushrooms, it’s intensely umami-rich and so fragrant when paired with the sauces, particularly a spicy Peruvian anticucho, that I barely notice its size.
The marble yuzu cheesecake with vanilla ice cream is a bit of a let-down after this stellar performance. Bland and un-inventively garnished with a couple of berries and cheesy mint leaf, it calls to mind the cheesecakes of shopping centre cafés. I eat it mostly because it is in front of me. (There’s also a Valrhona chocolate fondant with green tea ice cream on the menu. Perhaps I should’ve ordered that.)
There’s a very large and well-balanced (but pricey) wine list, and a cocktail list of similar proportions. I spot some gorgeous crushed-ice drinks being sipped at neighbouring tables, but I’m less impressed by my peach and ginger mojito.
Located in the old Pepper Club at the Beach space (which was Summerville, once upon a time), the restaurant boasts a first-floor view of the sea from the outdoor tables. The inside of the restaurant has been given a five-star treatment, although the buzz and traffic noise from Victoria Road below creeps in and tends to deflate the intended ambience a little.
Friendly, if not totally polished. The food comes flying out of the kitchen: we’re warned as we order that it will arrive as it’s ready, not necessarily in sequence, which is fine, but this lends itself more towards tapas-style grazing than ordered dining and main meals.
All in all, it’s an okay performance: two and a half great dishes out of five is not a great batting average, but it’s a pass. But here lies the problem: with appetisers around the R90 to R120 mark, our bill for two starters, one salad, one main, one dessert and two cocktails comes in at a devastating R800. It may not be quite as pricey as Nobu, but it’s not as delicious either. And the prices put it into a whole other category: one that includes the likes of The Pot Luck Club or Jordan. It’s a category where every dish on the menu needs to be a win – and they’ve got a little bit of work to do before that is the case.
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Umi, the new kid on the Camps Bay glitter-strip. Japenese food with a sea view in high summer sounded like too much of a romantic evening to let the opportunity slip. So, I booked on their website with a plead for a nice table. I received prompt confirmation, but just to make sure, I reminded them that this was a special celebratory occasion. No problem, they replied. Your nice table is cast in stone. The best in the house they assured me. So, on time, my lovely lady and moi arrived only to be greeted by blank stares and questions of “what-did-you-say-your-name-was?” Mild protest of being overlooked was soon taken care of as 80% of the tables were vacant. We were seated and our inimitable waiter served us with the menus. Order lots he said, as the portions are small. No problem. At this stage as it is all about the evening and not the calories. After all this is Camps Bay not Harare. Still, we had to eat. Searching the menu, we found very few of the offerings were actually Japanese. Your regular sushi, of course, was there. Pseudo alternatives to the real thing were our only solace. We ordered what turned out to be a very nice baby spinach salad (a snip at R80), chicken skewers and the Jap equivalent of fish-and-chips. We then were asked how we would like the chicken done. Medium rare was the recommendation. Aikona, we replied. Nothing under medium-well for us from the platteland. No one ever asks you if you want half-raw chicken so we did not take him seriously. Bad mistake. The winelist? Nice, but almost nothing on offer under R220. In this place you pay dearly for a windy sunset. And, last but definitely not least, my lovely lady got seriously sick later that evening. Not saying it was the chicken, but who really knows. My verdict? Just another overpriced restaurant on the Camps Bay strip. No wonder the locals are avoiding the place.