London has always been the ultimate multi-cultural city on earth, a huge and ever- sparkling stew of Jew & Christian, Buddhist & Muslim, agnostic, Sikh and atheist alike. Right from the establishment, when the Romans took a fancy to a striking bend of Thames River, the city closely holds the remote world. Only now, although, does the sombre eater have a bit to actually express joy. And I don’t mean the world’s well-known temples to cooking or gastronomy, as fine as they are. Its happiness is tramping the byroads & back alleys in hunt of actual food & sombre eating. Places where you’re fortunate to get a paper napkin, let’s only a linen one, places where menus are chalked on boards rather than imprinted on rigid cards. We want flavours, bold and spicy, with no allowance made to wary palates & timid tongues. You can also get best flavours in the heart of Camden market i.e. in London, which are the two best restaurants of
Bebo kobo, well known as Gilgamesh and Shaka Zulu.
It was an edible promised land a place where every culinary urge could be satisfied. 21 years later, it’s never been superior: Smoky ribs can be devouring with hands; Thai curries that scorch the tongue; huge pies crammed full with game. These are the places of proper eating, where you will find tire of costly interiors & endless tasting menus. The pleasures of these locations is that they’re not always effortless to find—or attractive. On occasion, you won’t even get a table or chair; scoff at your hot dog or kimchi slider while you’re inclined against some scrawled-upon fence. Prices are low, but pleasure in that order is high.
