Receta All Star Lanes, Westfield Stratford
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Isn’t it funny how a single smell or sound can transport you instantly from the here and now into the way back when? For me, the smell of a certain air freshener whisks me back to Grahamstown in the early 1990s. I was staying in a motel on my own for two weeks, conducting the hopeless pro bono defence of a sullen and clearly guilty bloke who had taken part in a botched robbery; crying nightly over the man I thought was the love of my life who had just dumped me (by letter, no less!); spending long afternoons over bottomless cups of coffee at the Spur Steak Ranch bemoaning my fate to a patient girlfriend; and eating chicken stir fry alone in the restaurant ever night for 14 days. The trip ended with my client receiving the double death…