Last Tuesday night I had 45 minutes to find a restaurant to suit:
- A hungry South African who needed to stay within 200 meters of Oxford Street
- A very strict no-carb eater & meat connoisseur
- A flustered lawyer who’s tired of complicated restaurants, and
- A part-time vegetarian.
Black & Blue on Wigmore Street stepped up to the challenge and succeeded. Here it is in pictures…
With six locations and counting there’s plenty of cow to go around. Personally it’s not for me, there’s only so much goats cheese and iceberg you can eat.
x The London Whistler x
90-92 WIGMORE STREET LONDON W1U 3RD
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There’s a new food market on the block especially for hungry east-end city folk. Although this one may be smaller than the likes of Borough and Spitalfields… it packs a powerful selection of food & flavour. You can’t beat it for a decent Friday lunch.
Attended by some of London’s best street food vendors, ‘Bite’ street food market welcomes a range of independent street food stalls, live music and a pop-up bar – bringing eats and beats to historic Chrisp Street on the last Friday of each month from 11am-3pm. Sept has just taken place proving very popular and the next one is 24th Oct – make note.
Chrisp Street in Poplar, East London has hosted a market selling household goods, clothes, fruit and vegetables and everything in-between since the early 1950s. It’s the perfect spot for Bite to give a platform to the burgeoning food talent in East London.
The food on offer is superb from Lousianna style gumbo and cornbread, to grilled marinated meat, Lebanese wraps, Chinese, Thai and Malaysian pancakes, pulled pork sandwiches and homemade mini brioche, ox cheek, and pulled lamb – some of which start from just £1.50. There’s literally something from every corner of the world.
Bite is located opposite All Saints station, just a four-minute walk away from Canary Wharf on the DLR – well worth a visit to spruce up your Friday! Great work Bite.
x The London Whistler x
Find out more www.bitestreetfood.com and follow them @bitestreetfood
A hooded thug once dramatically snatched my phone & wallet from my innocent hands on Bermondsey Street. The police told me it was a common affair, as I was hysterically crying. But regardless of it’s commonly seen dark side, Bermondsey Street continues to be one of my favourite in London. Its outstanding restaurants, rusty coffee houses & independent boutiques win me over time & time again.
This Saturday Londoners were graced with Bermondsey Street’s annual Festival. When I arrived at 3pm it was buzzing with street fashion, live music, al fresco films, market stalls, dog shows – always hilarious – & fascinating food. the festival is a local event run by volunteers known as the the ‘village fete of the city’. With 25,000 people attending this year it was the biggest village fete i’d ever seen. Who knew farm animals & maypole dancers could pull in such a crowd.
Being the largest fete in the South of England it spans for about a mile so you have the pleasure of choosing where to spend your time. AKA kid-free zones like the very hip and faultless Garrison pub. By hip I mean five inch bearded men wearing women’s chinos, I love it.
If you do come with the hazard of kids there’s all sorts of activities from a unicorn theatre to giant bric-a-brac.
Fuckoffee serving London’s finest flat whites
Having been a few times now my recommended schedule is as follows:
- Head to ‘Fuckoffee’ to wake up with their phenomenal flat whites or ‘Fat Wives’ as they call them.
- Move onto the extremely European & extremely high quality ‘Bermondsey Street Deli’ to gorge on charcuterie, antipasti, artisan cheese & sublime bottles of wine.
- Following that it is imperative that you find the stand who’s name didn’t registered post wine, which sells only macaroons & cocktails. SEN-sational.
- Now you’re ready head to one of the music stages to shake it out with this guy: https://vine.co/v/OWY5eVtdB7J until it’s time to go home.
Unfortunately once I’ve had a couple of sugar-charged cocktails I don’t believe in bed time therefore I don’t recall arriving home. That’s how much fun Bermondsey Street Festival is. Put it in the diary for next year.
x The London Whistler x
Zucca goes mobile. Zucca is an epic Italian restaurant on Bermondsey Street
Brassroots – these guys were brilliant they got everyone going. From Camberwell.
The Bermondsey Street Deli serving incredibly well sourced food & wine.
This weekend I was invited to a party on a boat named the ‘Golden Flame’. We travelled from Temple up to the Thames barrier and back, here’s how it went.
Opposite Temple Pier where the boat is moored and party-goers board, there is a Walkabout
bar (an Aussie sports bar). We decided to pop in for swift G&T and my god, it was MENTAL. The Lithuania vs. France basketball game on the screens, everyone was going bonkers. I was out of place and the most sober person in the establishment by about 18 drinks. One drink was enough. I can still hear the cheers and foghorns today.
THE MENTAL GAME – so. loud.
Once on board the double decker boat, we were able to relax into the evening with drinks out on deck as we made our way towards the City, with the sun setting creating a crimson backdrop. The boat had several bars and a BBQ out on deck, but without a doubt the highlight was the rather questionable Disk Jockey who wore sunglasses from 7pm onward and somehow managed to mix Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon into Boom Boom Boom by the Outhere Brothers. For moments when you managed to stop marvelling at the DJ’s genius, there was unlimited vodka, BBQ food and hundreds of macaroons – what bliss.
The sun setting over the Shard
The Tower of London
London Bridge puling up – beautiful!
This was the first time I’d been on the Thames and the views were truly stunning, only reaffirming my belief that London is the best city in the world. And seeing it from the water is a new perspective that you simply must see.
For summer and since we are about to have an Indian Summer (!), I would definitely recommend an event like this. One piece of advice though: make sure you’ve got a plan to go out afterwards – because without one, I fear you’ll end up back in the Walkabout
, like me, where they decanted
a bottle of Champagne
into a plastic carafe
because glasses are not allowed; a crime that I am sure they will pay for in hell.
Should you want to recreate such an evening without a boat, drink Champagne from a plastic cup in the bath, whilst listening to this: http://youtu.be/EycbMnKNXzQ
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