Nikau Cafe

26 Jul 2011

I had got on the spinner to do a quick 45 mins before we headed out to friends for dinner on Sunday nite. The cookschool we'd done during the day had gone later into the afternoon as people sat around the table chatting. And I'd come back over to the house knowing I needed to fit some exercise in, but also wanting to read the Sunday papers - which took a while becos too much horribleness had happened  around the world and I needed to plow thru it all, and that meant that I was under pressure for time  when I finally got round to getting on the bike.

The Tour de France has featured reasonably dominantly in our house over the last few weeks, and my spinning happened to coincide with the segment on the Time Trial stage in which Cadel Evans claimed the yellow jersey being on TV.  It wouldn't have been politic to do any channel hopping till that was over, and as a result by complete fluck I caught the last couple of minutes of a new series on cafes around NZ, which was featuring Nikau Cafe in Wellington, and the chef who I recognised straight away as Kelda Hains, an ex Tauranga lady who worked for us back in the very, very early days at Somerset.

Mentioned to Rick that I'd seen Kelda, and we both therefore were interested to watch the programme in its entirely last nite on TV3 on demand ( after The Good Wife, which is my complusory weekly viewing), becos last time we'd caught up with Kelda, she'd been working at a cafe up Cuba St, and that feels like it had been awhile ago. She'd also worked at Lois Daish's late, great Brooklyn Cafe, when she first shifted to Wellington.

We haven't been to Wellington in too long - a city both of us called home once - and which we both still love. Becos of the infrequency of our visits south, we tend to be a little out of touch with the dining out scene, and I hadn't been aware of this Nikau cafe tucked into the city gallery. But I am now, and next time we're in the vicinity we will be making a point of going to visit.

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