Trish and I looked at each other with consternation. What was this? We ordered a tea and were served a liquid the colour of brick, “fortified” with milk. We pushed the cups away. Next came chips, suspiciously smelling of vinegar, chunky and soggy, and a fried fish with an inch of batter. Needless to say we left after some poking at our plates, still hungry. That was over a decade ago. Things have changed and with the rise and rise of London’s celebrity chefs, London became a foodie mecca.
Which is to say- it became my heaven. I used to drag any visitors I had around London’s museums and landmarks. Now I take them around food joints. You wanna work for me? I use my team as an excuse to pig out. Friday lunch or dinner is on the boss- as long as you are happy to go out with me and try out new places.
This Sunday The French and I decided to spend a lazy afternoon in one of my favorite places, a Mexican restaurant called Wahaca in Brixton. Brixton is a Hipster Central nowadays so don’t forget your glasses and a clip on man bun (just kidding) but the food, oh the food! Brixton Market is THE place to eat- and it’s only a few stops from Oxford Circus on the Victoria line.
What to wear when you want to look casual yet not in the PJ and rollers territory? I went for skinnies and my grey cashmere jumper, added my small Chloe Marcia bag and a camel coat. A piece de resistance were my snake skin printed over the knee boots I bought in Topshop last season. They may not be my everyday shoes but out they come when I need to add a “fashion insider” accessory to my outfit.
We’ve been to Wahacca before and I love it’s relaxing atmosphere and the fact you can just spend an entire afternoon there. In many London restaurants you are expected to eat, pay and clear the table as fast as you can, which is not my idea of fun. I’m a Pole- we have fun when there’s plenty of food on the table and- drink in hand, we can debate politics and history in a great company. French call it “remaking the world”. It’s perhaps why The French and I get on like a house on fire.
Whilst in Wahaca you can get the classic burrito & co, we always go for their street food dishes, which are a bit like Spanish tapas, just Mexican style. We are not meat eaters but I’m told that their pork tacos and chicken wings are rather quite lovely. As for me, I love their vegetarian selection. I went bananas for fried plantains (yeah) with feta and cream, black beans tostadas and crispy parcels stuffed with mushrooms and corn. Add to it my favourite tortilla chips with twice cooked, creamy beans and cheese and I was in food heaven. I might not had room for a pudding but I ate it anyway- Mexican doughnuts with rich dark chocolate sauce.
A few hours passed. Almost in a food coma (caused by pure greed), slightly tipsy and very happy we slowly made our way home. If you ever in London, do look up Wahacca, They have other restaurants around London but I’m told that Brixton and Southbank sites are particularly lovely. It’s Mexican street food at it’s best.
Coat – Jadzia Doroba
Bracelets- Kruk, Tiffany