biltong. it s like a mussolini-themed restaurant? andrea: yeah. that s it, that s it. neo-fascist butchery. anthony: oh, the good old days. andrea: it doesn t really look like any butcher i ve ever been into. anthony: an hour north by northwest of johannesburg, is pretoria, still the administrative center of south africa, once the heart of the apartheid. here you can find maders a father-son butchery, restaurant, and theme museum. i just don t know how i feel about this place. it doesn t fit in with my white liberal guilt sensibility. andrea: a room like this, with all of this kind of afrikaner paraphernalia in it, it just wouldn t be accepted an hour away. it couldn t exist. anthony: as any south african butcher would, they sell biltong. sprinkle some salt, brown sugar, some malt vinegar, pack in layers repeat. after 24 hours, remove and hang to air dry for a week. voila. a tasty jerky treat we can all get behind.
diamonds were discovered. greed heads jockeyed for power. there was war, and an ugly one. in the end, there was an uneasy sharing of power. the boers became known as afrikaners. and entering the 20th century, racist afrikaners ideology grew. apartheid was enacted. white domination because the rule for almost 100 years. but look! meat! you want to see an ex-pat south african weep, wave some of this under their nose. it s like a mussolini themed restaurant? yeah. that s it. that s it. neofascist butchery. in the good old days. doesn t look like any butcher i ve been into. an hour north/northwest of johannesburg is pretoria, still the administrative center of south africa. once the heart of apartheid. here you can find a father/son
butchery, restaurant and themed museum. i just don t know how i feel about this place. it doesn t fit in with my white liberal guilt sensibility. with this paraphernalia in it, it just wouldn t be accepted. couldn t exist. as any south african butcher would, they sprinkle salt, brown sugar, malt vinegar, pack in layers, repeat. after 24 hours, remove and hang to air dry for a week. voila. a tasty jerky treat we can all get behind. chef andrea ener, south african by birth, english and german by background, can usually be found in the trenches of her joburg restaurant, the leopard. she s known for her playful menus but loathes culinary fashion. she strives for a locally grounded cuisine. today, however, she s my guide through this twilight zone. it s weird here. and though i m told the place usually reflects the changing
about them, they were a tough bunch of . the 1800s the british came. diamonds were discovered. greed heads jockeyed for power. there was war, and an ugly one. in the end, there was an uneasy sharing of power. the boers been known as afrikaners. and entering the 20th century, raci raci racist afrikaners ideology grew. apartheid was enacted. white domination because the rule for almost 100 years. but look! meat! you want to see an ex-pat south african weep, wave some of this under their nose. it s like a mussolini themed restaurant? yeah. that s it. that s it. neofascist butchery. in the good old days. doesn t look like any butcher i ve been into. an hour north/northwest of johannesburg is pretoria, still the administrative center of south africa. once the heart of apartheid. here you can find a father/son butchery, restaurant and themed museum. i just don t know how i feel
rule for almost 100 years. but look! meat! you want to see an ex-pat south african weep, wave some of this under their nose. it s like a mussolini themed restaurant? yeah. that s it. that s it. neofascist butchery. in the good old days. doesn t look like any butcher i ve been into. our north of northwest by johannesburg is pretoria. still the administrative center of south africa. once the heart of apartheid. here you can find a father/son butchery, restaurant and themed museum. i just don t know how i feel about this place. it doesn t fit in with my white liberal guilt sensibility. with this paraphernalia in it, it just wouldn t be accepted. couldn t exist. as any south african butcher