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.
There was a soft autumn light which poured itself inside the pub – which is strange given that it is only the beginning of spring. The Calf was eerily quiet, as many places tend to be at this time of the day, but I’ve always found that to be a perk, and it meant we could easily pick whichever part of the pub to accommodate us.
Min Jiang, self declared London’s most authentic Chinese restaurant (note how the duck was brought out by a white man so not so sure what authentic means), is certainly one to visit. It has a great combination of high quality food, impressive view over London (perhaps not as impressive as the Shard but from this side of the city it’s as much as you can get), and good service.
Frizzante is the place where I imagine Maria from The Sound of Music, after having moved to the City of London to become an investment banker, would go to have a cheeky breakfast, reminiscing the times when she was prancing and singing in the meadows, somewhere in an unspecified Austrian mountain. It’s the kind of place she would have gone back in the good old days.
Looking back at the traditions of especially posh Britain, hunting used to be something that was quite important – even if it has now decreased quite considerably. The London food scene has certainly started flirting with the likes of offal (internal organs and entrails) and game, but then again what does it not flirt with? It’s quite nice to then find a restaurant that really does celebrate that sort of cuisine and it fits in well with the atmosphere.
For all the excitement that Clapham has become to me (especially given my previous stint in Island Gardens), I must admit that it doesn’t do amazingly in terms of diversity for food. There’s the odd Indian restaurant, quite a few Mexican/Latin American ones, and another shop for Mama Lan! But how does it compare to it’s Brixton sister?
In a world of disruptive technologies such as Airbnb, UBER and now even UBEReats it’s such a great time to be a consumer. Not such a great time for your wallet, mind you, but hey let the shopping spree begin.
It was also time to try out a little bit of latino (food… stop thinking about other things) with Mendoza Square.
As we sat towards the back of Osteria dell’Arte, the skylight at the center of the roof gave way to warm sunshine. The waiters would chatter away in Italian, soft whispers among the wooden tables and chairs. Closing my eyes, I could easily have been transported back to a little restaurant in Rome, a little cafe on an alleyway in Venice. There was authenticity here that pulled you in gently.
The West India Quay side of the Wharf tends to be one of the go-to locations for after-work drinks, so it was high time to explore what the area offers in terms of lunches. Rum & Sugar makes me think of Jamaica and pirates for some odd reason (admittedly, the rum is probably the culprit there, but sugar itself used to be one of the most valuable goods pirates could get their hands on).
If you have ever gone to Covent Garden and never gone inside the Build-a-bear shop, you have wasted your life, my friend. There is just a certain excitement about creating something. About mixing and matching. Getting it just how you like it – no compromises, no shame. PizzaBuzz is the Build-a-bear of the food world. Move over, average pizza joint. There’s a new favorite in town.