Atlantic Seaboard · Cape Town

A seafood house on the Atlantic. Every table faces west.

The hall

One great chandelier. Deep chairs. Tables far enough apart to talk.

The kitchen

Fish from the morning boats, plated one detail at a time.

Third course

Seared yellowfin, line-caught off the Cape, finished with warm beurre blanc.

Tonight

The tasting menu is R1,450 a guest. Window tables go first, so book for sunset.

Drone view of the sun setting over the Atlantic, a gold path of light across the water
Atlantic Seaboard · Cape Town

Dinner starts when the sun touches the sea.

A seafood house on the Atlantic. Every table faces west. Tasting menu from R1,450.

The last light

Tonight in Cape Town the sun sets at

19:14

We seat our golden tables thirty minutes before sunset. Pick any date when you book and we'll show you that evening's sunset time.

Calculated live for Sea Point, 33.9° SGolden seating 18:44
The domed main hall under a crystal chandelier, with white orchids at the centre
The hall, 18:30
The house

Built facing west, on purpose.

Maréa sits on the promenade with nothing between you and the Atlantic. We designed the hall so every one of our 140 seats looks at the water, and we built the menu around what the boats bring in each morning.

Come for an anniversary. Come because it's Tuesday. Either way the sunset is the same, and so is the welcome.

140seats, all facing the sea
6courses on the tasting menu
320wines in the cellar
The kitchen
"If the boats stay in, the menu changes. That's the deal with the sea."
Thandi Mokoena, head chef

Our kitchen buys from three small boats out of Kalk Bay and Hout Bay. What they land by ten is on your plate by seven.

Press and hold the button, or hold the space bar, to pour tonight's wine pairing.
The cellar

Hold the glass. We'll pour.

320 labels, most from the cool valleys within two hours of our door. Hold the button and our sommelier pours tonight's pairing for the tasting menu.

  • YellowfinHemel-en-Aarde Chardonnay, 2022. Cool, chalky, made for fish.
  • FlameElgin Sauvignon Blanc, 2023. Bright enough to cut the smoke.
  • Burnt creamConstantia late harvest. Honey, apricot, one small glass.

Private dining

Celebrations, handled.

Birthdays, engagements, the deal you just closed. Tell us the date and the headcount. We plan the menu, the wine and the flowers, and you get one bill.

Guests

What people say on the way out.

Sample reviews for this demo

★★★★★
"We booked for our anniversary and asked for a window. They had it ready, with the sun right in front of us."
Lerato, Johannesburg
★★★★★
"The fish tasted like it came off the boat that morning. Turns out it did."
Daniel, Sea Point
★★★★★
"Not cheap. Worth every rand for the view, the service and that tuna."
Ayesha, Durbanville
Good to know

Before you come.

Anything else, call us. A real person answers from 10:00.

Can I ask for a window table?

Yes. Add it to your booking notes. Every seat faces the sea, but the front row goes first, so book early if you want sunset.

Is there a dress code?

Smart casual. Leave the gym kit at home. Jackets are welcome, never required.

Can you handle allergies and diets?

Tell us when you book. Vegetarian, pescatarian, gluten-free and most allergies are easy with a day's notice.

Are children welcome?

Yes, at the first seating. There's a short kids' menu and crayons that don't come home with you.

Where do I park?

Secure parking under the building, free for diners for three hours. We stamp your ticket at the table.

What if I need to cancel?

Cancel up to 24 hours before at no charge. For groups of eight or more we take a deposit when you book.

Can I bring my own wine?

Yes. Corkage is R95 a bottle, one bottle for every two guests.

Reservations

Book the last light.

Choose a date and we'll show you that evening's sunset, and the best time to sit down.

Sunset on your date: 19:14. We'd seat you at 18:44.

Time

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Visit

On the promenade, facing west.

The Promenade
Atlantic Seaboard, Cape Town
Secure parking under the building