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When the foodies invaded Brixton - The Times

I haven't bought a News International paper post Wapping but I saw, reading over someone's shoulder on the tube that either The Times or the Sunday Times has a weekend supplement article on what happened when the foodies invaded Brixton. And online it's behind a paywall. I can sort of write the article in my mind but I just wondered if anyone had actually seen the article and could give the gist. Odds on for the use of the words "edgy" and "vibrant".
 
When the foodies invaded Brixton - The Times

I haven't bought a News International paper post Wapping but I saw, reading over someone's shoulder on the tube that either The Times or the Sunday Times has a weekend supplement article on what happened when the foodies invaded Brixton. And online it's behind a paywall. I can sort of write the article in my mind but I just wondered if anyone had actually seen the article and could give the gist. Odds on for the use of the words "edgy" and "vibrant".


WHAT HAPPENED WHEN THE FOODIES INVADED BRIXTON
Coming to the capital this summer? For a taste of real London, head to SW9
By: Sasha Slater

Let's play a game of London word associations: Kensington? Palace. Knightsbridge? Harrods. Wimbledon? Tennis. Brixton? If you said riots, you're 30 years out of date. The correct answer is cupcakes, slow food and heritage tomatoes. Following in the footsteps of Borough and Columbia Road, where every sausage comes with its own CV and stallholders know which herbs go best in an Ottolenghi salad, Brixton market is the latest destination for foodies to patrol in search of sheep's cheeses and strange-shaped vegetables.

The market, which stretches over a network of streets and arcades behind Brixton Tube station, still does a good trade in lurid fabrics and unbranded bleach, but the number of smart delis, organic cafés and cake stalls popping up between the original Afro-Caribbean shops selling cassava, dasheen and okra is increasing.

Two of the most recent arrivals, Rosie French and Ellie Grace, opened last year. Their odyssey started with a blog that became a supper club run from Grace's Brixton flat. "We had a really scuzzy doorway with a sign asking people not to pee on the stairs," she recalls. "Visitors would call up nervously and ask if they were in the right place." Those intrepid types who made it up the stairs discovered spectacular salads and "a lot of slow-cooked lamb", remembers French. It was such a hit, they set up French & Grace, a tiny cafe with a great line in halloumi and merguez wraps. Now they've written a cookbook, Kitchen & Co.

Their culinary adventure was inspired by, and is still dependent on, the ingredients piled high in the market. "We buy everything we can here, every morning," says French who, at 29, is a year older than Grace. It's the sort of approach locals applaud: silencing critics who fear the gentrification will mean the demise of existing traders, who were selling plantains and dried salt cod decades before the cupcake brigade marched into town.

Kitchen & Co by Rosie French and Ellie Grace is published by Kyle Books and available from the Times Bookshop for £14.99 (RRP £16.99), free p&p, on 0845 2712134; thetimes.co.uk/bookshop. More recipes at thetimes.co.uk The best of the rest at Brixton market Franco Manca, 4 Market Row. One of the best pizza joints in Britain, so expect to queue.

Agile Rabbit Pizzeria, Unit 24, Brixton Village. It might not have Franco Manca's sublime sourdough, but it hosts live music on Thursday and Friday nights.

Cannon & Cannon, 18 Market Row. Downstairs: British cheeses and charcuterie to take away; upstairs: carousing and platters of saucisson to soak up the wine.

Honest Burgers, Unit 12, Brixton Village. Sources its meat from the Ginger Pig and serves a mean chip.

Cornercopia, Unit 65, Brixton Village. Stocks jams, chutneys, preserved lemons and the like, all produced in South London.

Seven at Brixton, 7 Market Row. Ascend rickety stairs for cocktails served in tea cups.

Rosie's Deli Café, 14e Market Row. Visit for Brixton pioneer Rosie Lovell's sublime cakes.
 
WHAT HAPPENED WHEN THE FOODIES INVADED BRIXTON
Coming to the capital this summer? For a taste of real London, head to SW9
By: Sasha Slater

Let's play a game of London word associations: Kensington? Palace. Knightsbridge? Harrods. Wimbledon? Tennis. Brixton? If you said riots, you're 30 years out of date. The correct answer is .....
Amazing - pity IDS took my ESA away so I still have to go to Lidl!
 
The article contradicts itself.
Their culinary adventure was inspired by, and is still dependent on, the ingredients piled high in the market. "We buy everything we can here, every morning," says French who, at 29, is a year older than Grace. It's the sort of approach locals applaud: silencing critics who fear the gentrification will mean the demise of existing traders, who were selling plantains and dried salt cod decades before the cupcake brigade marched into town.
The market, which stretches over a network of streets and arcades behind Brixton Tube station, still does a good trade in luridfabrics and unbranded bleach, but the number of smart delis, organic cafés and cake stalls popping up between the original Afro-Caribbean shops selling cassava, dasheen and okra is increasing.
Unless brand new stalls are suddenly appearing out of thin air, existing traders are most definitely being pushed out.
 
The market, which stretches over a network of streets and arcades behind Brixton Tube station, still does a good trade in lurid fabrics and unbranded bleach...
Lurid? In my opinion the fabrics on sale in the market are far less lurid than the tat pedalled by H&M and how bloody stupid, somebody should write to this ill-informed writer to inform her that the fabric of the sails in the Trafalgar Square message in a bottle was sourced from the market and is valued by many. Not to mention the fact that people here want to buy such fabrics and unbranded bleach.

'Brixton pioneer'
:facepalm:
A cupcake seller is no pioneer, I find this slightly insulting to be honest. Not a criticism of Rosie in any way but she's no pioneer; no Olive Morris.

Stupid, stupid article.
 
Rosie doesn't sell cupcakes.
I can see why the article refers to her as a pioneer.
What's Olive Morris got to with it? Did she have a food stall in Brixton market?
 
My mistake, as I typed that I thought the writer was saying to try Rosie's cup cakes but she actually wrote cakes. Apologies for any confusion caused.
I would have thought my meaning was obvious Orang Utan, there is nothing pioneering about selling cakes and coffee and it denigrates the rich and interesting history of the area as well as the noteworthy figures of that history to bandy about such accolades.
You don't explain why you think it an appropriate or proportionate description but I'm not sure if it's polite to discuss her in particular. I think she's a nice woman, I've eaten at her place, I'm not criticising her in the least.
 
I think the Times writer must have missed this when she was busy researching the story.

Save Our Shops – Brixton Village battles against rent hikes

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Pioneer implies revolutionary significance. Pioneering research, for example, is that which alters the field not merely that which comes first.
It has colonial connotations in certain contexts but that was not my interpretation in this instance.
 
It doesn't imply revolutionary significance any more than it implies settling. It has several definitions. I'd say in this instance it's more about settling.
 
Pioneer: A person who is among the first to explore or settle a new country or area
That's a very narrow definition. It also means first in one's field. A bit of an exaggeration when it just means first deli in the market, but that's newspeak for you.
 
That's a very narrow definition. It also means first in one's field. A bit of an exaggeration when it just means first deli in the market, but that's newspeak for you.
How do you think its sits in the context of an article with a headline referring to foodies "invading" Brixton?
 
From thhttp://ubumexico.centro.org.mx/sound/brecht_bertolt/tondokumente/02_Bertolt-Brecht%20_Das%20Lied-von-der-Unzulnnglichkeit.mp3e archives of "Ubu" a Mexican/US arthouse website
Lied von der Unzulänglichkeit menschlichen Strebens
(play or downoad as MP3)
Berthold Brecht "sings" Das Lied von der Unzulänglichkeit menschlichen Strebens
from the Threepenny Opera (recorded 1928)
Der Mensch lebt durch den Kopf
Sein Kopf reicht ihm nicht aus
Versuch es nur; von deinem Kopf
lebt höchstens eine Laus.
Denn für dieses Leben
ist der Mensch nicht schlau genug.
Niemals merkt er eben
allen Lug und Trug
Man lives by his head, but it doesn’t suffice. Check your own head: a louse, at most, could live on it. ’Cause man is not clever enough for this life. He never catches on to all the lies and cheats.
Ja; mach nur einen Plan
sei nur ein großes Licht!
Und mach dann noch ’nen zweiten Plan
gehn tun sie beide nicht.
Denn für dieses Leben
ist der Mensch nicht schlecht genug:
doch sein höh’res Streben
ist ein schöner Zug.
Yes, make yourself a plan; it just goes up in smoke! And make yourself a second plan; they both come to nothing. ’Cause man is not bad enough for this life: still, his lofty striving makes a pretty show.
Ja; renn nur nach dem Glück
doch renne nicht zu sehr!
Denn alle rennen nach dem Glück
Das Glück rennt hinterher.
Denn für dieses Leben
ist der Mensch nicht anspruchslos genug
darum’st all sein Streben
nur ein Selbstbetrug.
Sure, run after good fortune, but don’t run too hard! ’Cause everyone runs after fortune, while fortune runs ’round behind them. ’Cause man is not plain and simple enough for this life. So all his striving is just self-deception.
Der Mensch ist gar nicht gut
drum hau ihn auf den Hut
hast du ihn auf den Hut gehaut
dann wird er vielleicht gut.
Denn für dieses Leben
ist der Mensch nicht gut genug
darum hau ihn eben
ruhig auf den Hut.
Man is not good, so you should knock him on his hat, and once you’ve knocked him on his hat, he’ll probably be good. ’Cause man is not good enough for this life. Therefore, keep on calmly knocking him on his hat.
 
They may be wrong about that anyway.

Indeed - Jackie (from Scotland) was there before Rosie with Boca (iirc). Rosie bought her shop.

The colonial interpretation is a bit forced IMO. Agree with OU that it's just a thrown together puff piece from the Sundays.
 
If anyone was to get the credit for being a "pioneer" in helping transform/civilise Brixton it would have to be the Lounge, which opened up way before the Villaaaage concept was even invented and traded a fair way up what was still locally known as the Frontline.
 
The colonial interpretation is a bit forced IMO. Agree with OU that it's just a thrown together puff piece from the Sundays.
Yuppies and Immigrants always INVADE; outpoken and maverick politicians STORM
Just been watching Idiocracy - a fantasy about what America would be like in 2350 when everything has been reduced to a giant game show and an average "Joe" from 2006 turns up and is proven to be a genius by the standards of dumbed-down 2350.
c.f. A.Tapsell and D.Warner (deselected Lambeth Councillors from the dark ages): comments about Lambeth "feeding the seals" at consultation meetings by holding forth the prospect of community group grants for collusion."
Highly recommended. (the film that is - not collusion)
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christ... rosie is definitely connected in meeja terms. constant writeups/tv slots promoting her shit. and it IS shit.
 
Two of the most recent arrivals, Rosie French and Ellie Grace, opened last year. Their odyssey started with a blog that became a supper club run from Grace's Brixton flat. "We had a really scuzzy doorway with a sign asking people not to pee on the stairs," she recalls. "Visitors would call up nervously and ask if they were in the right place." Those intrepid types who made it up the stairs discovered spectacular salads and "a lot of slow-cooked lamb", remembers French. It was such a hit, they set up French & Grace, a tiny cafe with a great line in halloumi and merguez wraps. Now they've written a cookbook, Kitchen & Co.
She sounds like a challenging gastronome.
Pity IDS has rendered me financially challenged - or I might feel tempted to find out more.
My other major disability is a dislike of shopping - I find it difficult to tear myself away from Lidl - the only supermarket in Brixton which is compact, high quality, cheap and suits the mood of the day.
When depressed - you don't have to say anything to anybody
When inappropriately manic the till staff are remarkable chatty and "normal" and also "diverse"
AND when I bought a very heavy 26" CRT telly from there 10 years ago the manager lent me a shop pallet trolley to wheel the said telly all the way down to Coldharbour Lane, so I didn't have to get a taxi.
You can't get service like that in Tescos - or Brixton Market!
 
christ... rosie is definitely connected in meeja terms. constant writeups/tv slots promoting her shit. and it IS shit.

Agreed. People bang on about her merguez wrap which I honestly found to be mediocre (maybe because my wife is Algerian).

If you want a proper merguez sandwich, then go to the North African place at the top of Brixton Station Road. £3.50 for a juicy barbecued merguez sandwich with all the trimmings AND you are guaranteed a place to sit down and eat it.
 
Lidl - AND when I bought a very heavy 26" CRT telly from there 10 years ago the manager lent me a shop pallet trolley to wheel the said telly all the way down to Coldharbour Lane, so I didn't have to get a taxi.

Now that is bloody useful to know, cos they sometimes have fold-up beds (those ones had wheels like a hospital bed actually so they might've wheeled along OK) & shelving units which look really solidly made (& heavy).
 
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Agreed. People bang on about her merguez wrap which I honestly found to be mediocre (maybe because my wife is Algerian).

If you want a proper merguez sandwich, then go to the North African place at the top of Brixton Station Road. £3.50 for a juicy barbecued merguez sandwich with all the trimmings AND you are guaranteed a place to sit down and eat it.

Yup, Brixton has skipped the American trend of quality street food and gone straight to amateur gastronome. Seems to have fooled a lot of Guardian readers.
 
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