My regular informant John Taylor writes:
My wife and I and our youngest daughter who is now in high school went out for a bite to eat the other night, and my daughter ordered a chocolate milkshake. When she asked if I’d like a taste I obliged, and immediately my brain cells shouted “Tropicale double thick!”. To validate this I asked my wife to taste it and say what she thought – her immediate reply was “Tropicale double thick!”.
One of the great things about growing up and living in Durban is the particular memories that we all share. I guess that most everyone made their way to the Tropicale next to Albert Park at some stage, whether it be in the sixties, seventies, or eighties. Apart from the extraordinary double thick milkshakes, I recall loving one item on the menu comprising a pork sausage and chips upon which was poured a hair curling peri peri type of gravy. I also was a regular consumer of their very tasty souvlakia. Just arriving in the parking area and smelling the food got the appetite going.
We hardly ever went into the restaurant or terrace, preferring to be served in the car – I had an old VW beetle with a very wonky passenger side window which nearly sent the tray crashing on a couple of occasions. Being a regular, the waiters would often walk up to the car and say “same again, lahnee?” so I didn’t have to peruse the menu.
I’m sure that there are many Durbanites who have “Tropicale” memories and anecdotes!