The Café The origins of the Coney Café are direct and simple. Margaret Coney brought up a family of four, with token assistance from her lazy husband. Their demands were vociferous and demanding. When her standards were found wanting, Michael, the second born, would announce censorially, pushing his plate away – “I had enuff”. From such beginnings, and having dismissed these children into the real world, it was but a short step for Margaret to don the apron again and move into the gleaming new café kitchen to ply her trade. She is a serious foodie. A sign of this interest, nay obsession, is the veritable library of cook books she has accumulated over 40 years and the voracious manner of their reading. When other members of the household pick up the daily newspaper over morning tea or lunch, Margaret is to be found, yes, browsing for new ideas in her Larousse Gastronomique recipe collection. TV offerings — Rick Stein, Gary Rhodes, Nick Nairn etc. are all devoured with the same relish... from all this perusing, and with several years of catering for weddings/dinners under her belt, Margaret creates delicious recipes for the vineyard café, taking care that the food served is well matched to the Coney wines. One other distinguishing feature. Whether solicited or unsolicited, all Coney guests receive a tasting a la table from the owner, aka “Basil Fawlty” Here they learn about the bizarre and occult practices adopted in the vineyard to produce such delights. Depending on the demeanour of the diners these exchanges can become lively. Laughter and flatulence is frequently heard.