Killzone and Dot10:
Maybe things have changed, but I can assure you that, as a white, non-South African, I more times than not have had to strongly insist that I be served my coffee before and during (as well as after) dinner at restaurants all over your country.
I remember one instance, at the very proper Kimberley Club in Kimberley, when after being told what must have been a dozen times that "coffee is coming, sir," that I responded by rather rudely saying, "... and so is Christmas!"
Nonetheless, it did not get me my coffee until the waiter had deemed it was time to serve the dessert.
Incidentally, my hunting partner and I were guests of Anglo-American at that same private club and were informed that we could not sit just anywhere we wanted in its large dining room -- even though it was mostly empty every time we went down to eat -- because most of the tables "belonged" to certain members.
My friend and I were there to collect birds and small mammals on the DeBeers Rooipoort property for SCI's museum, and the lunch the club's chef prepared for us to venture forth on our collecting trips each day was packed in a wicker basket with a white linen cloth and napkins, two crystal wine glasses, and a corkscrew, flatware, and salt and pepper shakers, all of sterling silver.
We were there for more than a week, and the food in that basket never varied -- a whole chicken, two lobster tails, a loaf of unsliced bread, assorted cheeses, and two small bottles of wine for the two of us.
Bill Quimby
