Since arriving in Cape Town in late 2003, I’ve been on the lookout for a decent gothic nightclub in which to while away the night hours and indulge my darker tendencies*.
Honestly, the quest was quite depressing. I tried Mordor, which is more metal than goth and mostly sucks, as well as The One Ring, which is more lame than goth and mostly sucks. I had, for some time, been aware of the existence of a place called Gotham, but I was unable to locate it during two previous visits to Observatory.
Finally, last Friday night, I stumbled upon it after taking victuals at the nearby Mexican restaurant. It felt like I was going home. The place is magnificently decorated, while remaining run down and dingy, and I would recommend a visit to all who appreciate that sort of thing.
My visit, however, was not without some small personal trauma. I had to elbow my way past some very young looking goths and their girlfriends at the door. I overheard one of them say, “Chips, Dude, there is some old guy trying to come in.”
Kids today. Can’t take them anywhere.
*: I’ve been claiming to be black on government forms for quite a while now.
