Right at the heart of foody hot-spot Brixton market, backed by one of the dudes behind Meat Liquor and tapping into London’s current obsession with all things chicken, it’s kind of hard to imagine this place being anything other than a wild runaway success. And judging by the buzz on a recent freezing cold Wednesday the odds are looking good. Ok, let’s break it down. You got a shop front in Brixton market (with scant heating so wrap up warm) and a simple menu of fried chicken and er, fried chicken. You can get wings, thighs or a sandwich (but stick to the wings and thighs). The(free-range) chickens are fried to perfection; reassuringly unhealthy, delightfully crunchy and in a delicious array of marinades with a variety of satisfyingly messy sauces for dunking. Wash it all down with the surprisingly classy (and really great) sours on offer behind the bar – with or without egg white. A word of warning: do not, under any circumstances take a date to this place. Eating here is one hot (delicious) mess.
Good thing this pared back pizzeria is expanding, since its original location in Brixton market is always packed with the hungry devouring its lipsmackingly good sourdough pizzas – unquestionably amongst the best in London. Squeeze onto one of the wooden tables with the other Brixton yuppies and dive into a feast of melty, cheesy, meaty, doughy goodness. The menu is simple – pizza down one side, booze down the other (see, you can already tell you’re onto a winner). You can feel warm and fuzzy about it too – where possible the ingredients are sourced locally, or from Italy for authenticity’s sake. Watch out for the weird opening hours and be prepared for a bit of a wait – no reservations, of course.