Expectations are funny old things. I expected less than nothing from Williston in the Karoo and was enchanted. I had great expectations for Ceres and was sorely disappointed. My perception was that Ceres is the fruit capital of South Africa. I envisaged a valley of plenty, brimming with natural abundance. Little short of Disneyesque perfection. I pictured farm stalls selling the sweetest, juiciest fruit. Smiling roadside vendors offering splendid peaches, worthy of a role in James and the Giant Peach. I salivated at the thought of leafy cafes selling freshly squeezed juices. Despite passing many orchards, alas and alack not a farm stall in sight, not a vendor and no garden of Eden café. Instead we drove through a mediocre town, complete with factories and tyre fitment centres, well you get the picture (and it’s not very pretty), not a whiff of Disney.
On the outskirts of town we did stop at Deja Brew (totally cool name) café for tea and cake. I return to the subject of expectations, this is a perfectly adequate establishment but it was competing with idealistic imaginings which had a head start on steroids. It may have scored a few more points if the seating deck faced the mountain behind the building instead of the main road.
A little further on the road toward Cape Town we did pass another café (Tolhuis) which was more in line with my mental picture but I don’t know what the food on offer there was like.