I knew this instantly when I stood at the entrance of the headquarters of "We show off silently" aka Social House and saw my favourite poem splashed across the wall in a font as delicious as the pastry display beneath it. Right at the entrance as well was a suspended art installation of what I have concluded to be a Mad Max inspired Maasai warrior on a motorcycle - thoroughly epic.
I don't think I can call Social House a restaurant, it's not a cafe either - it's an experience. Their own website defines them as '1.3 degrees from the equator, 180 degrees from ordinary', and I've never come across a more apt definition.
A few weeks ago, when I was catching up with a friend, he suggested we try The Social House after a light lunch at a different cafe. I, however, was too tired to be good company for extended periods of time, so I suggested we go there another day. I remember thinking of doing a quick Google search of the place and in hindsight, I'm so glad I forgot to remember to search for the Social House because my expectations would have been coloured by whatever presence they or others have curated online.
Before I tell you I will be back there many times, let me tell you there is no way from the outside looking in, you would even get a hint of the awesomeness that lies beyond their doors.
The ambience is a transportation into different periods of time. I am a complete sucker for things and places that are pleasing to the eyes, so please understand, if all I did was look around and that was it, I would have been equally as satisfied.
We settled outside in The Other Room, which is a farm to table experience with a gorgeous view of their heated outdoor lap pool. The Social House has different 'rooms' where different dining experiences are curated, depending on your choice or preference. So you see, I must find reasons to go back until I've experienced everything they have to offer.
The cheese-cracker ratio is the only thing I'd change about this platter - and by change, I mean I would increase the amount of breadsticks or crackers. All the different types of cheese were so fresh, I'm convinced the livestock they were derived from transitioned that very morning.