chapter  6
Red velvet cheesecake in Maboneng, Pap and Steak in Jeppestown: Displacement and global hipsterification in downtown Jozi
Pages 13

On the long and claustrophobic fifteen-hour flight from New York to Johannesburg, bored, cranky, and cramped in my narrow seat, I had already watched three films and finished my novel and was wondering how I was going to survive the remaining hours. With nothing better to do, I pulled out a copy of Sawubona, South African Airways’ in-flight magazine. The cover story featuring Johannesburg, or rather Jozi as it is affectionately known, caught my attention. At first, I grew heated with irritation but by the end found myself roaring with disbelieving laughter.