By Paige Ellis Green
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September 9, 2025
With the warmer months approaching, I am coming to realise it’s much too late to attempt starting the “summer bod” challenge. To be fair, it normally ends in failure, or so I have heard anyway. I love food way too much to try it for myself, and I have the fear of suffering from separation anxiety. So, instead of making my life and everyone else’s life around me miserable, I decided that this winter I am going to stay fed and happy rather than hangry. How better to give a diet the middle finger than with an indulgent Italian meal. Not half arsing it either, might I add, but the full experience. Starters, mains, dessert and of course, some red, red wine. I did some research into an authentic Italian restaurant, with the filter on finding a spot that does a traditional ragu. Personally, I am a ragu over a bolognese type of girl. This is when I stumbled across The Woodlands Eatery. Oh my word, their menu looked absolutely divine. If you enjoy reading menus as much as I do, I can highly recommend adding this one to your reading list. Not only did they have ragu, but slow cooked lamb ragu. I will get into the review in just a moment but I just have to tell you that you can get this beautiful meat sauce with fresh homemade pasta or risotto. Stunning, I know. It was at this moment I made the booking. It was like it was made for us. Why? Well, I just so happen to be a pasta slut, and Tumi is obsessed with risotto. We share the same amount of love for lamb, it is definitely the superior meat, in our opinion anyway. Thursday was approaching and I was getting a tad worried. It is the first year I can remember that it didn’t rain on the 1st of September. Could it be true? Was it possible that I could have made a mistake? Choosing a hearty meal on a Spring kind of day? Thankfully, I am never wrong and I never make mistakes. The clouds were low and there was a chill in the air Thursday morning. What a relief! I even had to cancel my walk before lunch because it was too cold. Oh well. We hopped in the car in Muizenberg, with a dream and my cardigan… If you know the song, you know. If you don’t, let’s just say our afternoon wasn’t quite like a party in the USA, but it came very close, if you’re a foodie like me.