Brixton market is always a somewhat surreal experience, by virtue of how un-London the whole place is – more similar to a marketplace in Marrakech than our urban jungle. It’s also one of the few places where virtually all restaurants (bar one) are cash only. As I found out tho, it’s also the home of one of London’s must visit breakfast places.
Deciding a good place to brunch is never as easy as TV series would depict, where characters seemingly wake up with divine providence of where to go. Instead, there’s more of a barrage of queries such as “will we even get a table there”, “how far is it”, and, my favorite, “will it have a nice enough bathroom if the detox juice gives me the looseys (I wanted to find a cuter word for diarrhea)?”. Alright, you got me, that last one is actually my sisters favorite question but I like to be inspired.
Getting back to the topic, it’s harder to find a brunch place when one of the questions is “will they let me take pictures of topless men in their restaurant?”
I had seen the words “Peruvian” and “brunch” mixed into what ended up being a delicious time over at Lima Floral, so was rather excited to see even more such opportunities closer by in Shoreditch. With glowing reviews everywhere, it was a bit of a downer to end up feeling rather lukewarm about the whole meal.
For anyone that knows me, I am not the biggest fan of the US – from its mass shooting to the wonder that is Donald Trump, the land of the free has much to answer to. It’s not all bad tho – despite all its short-givings, it has also given me Netflix and has played an important role in the expansion of the most glorious cuisine of them all: breakfast food. So it was only appropriate that I try the Dirty Bones brunch menu.
Breakfast food – as Parks & Recreations series knows oh too well – is the best kind of food. Given my obsession with it, it is, I agree, shocking that I haven’t tried all that much to write more about how to make it. As the entire website is going through a revival period, it’s perhaps time to resuscitate the recipes section as well.
London, in all it’s grace and splendor, has always been missing decent breakfast/brunch place – or they’ve been hiding very well from me. It makes sense, in a way, considering that the lifestyle people have in the metropolis isn’t particularly favorable to having much time in the morning. Laid-back Melbourne, on the other hand, was bursting from the seams with them. So when I saw that Lima Floral was introducing a brunch option, I was in high hopes.
Scarcity, as economics would entail, makes something valuable. In that regard, anything related to the early hours of the morning – from sunrises to brunches – should have their value in gold when it comes to me, considering my complete inability to partake in pre-11 am life.
On the 24th January 1848, James W. Marshall found a shiny metal in the water wheel of a mill which turned out to be gold. All he wanted was an agricultural empire in the area, yet rumours spread and started the California Gold Rush, putting an end to his green dreams. Tho lots of people got rich. The world of restaurants has been seeing a similar Gold Rush, albeit with less success, for “eclectic menus” as this particular foodspot would call it.
The good life, I believe it is called. From flying in from Copenhagen, meeting up with my best friend (who I flew into London), cocktails at the Shard, more alcohol at the Ku bar where the bartenders were topless and were packing… it reasserted my opinion that I cannot be poor. It motivates me to strive, to understand that all that suffering and strife is for something… and then we brunched…
There a new foodie (back) in town, and he is not taking prisoners! Unless by prisoners we understand some sort of uncooked, unsalted morsels taken from the bottom of the sea and then left on a plate to be swarmed by flies and maggots. Because then I’m not putting that in my mouth.