To start with and make you really hungry. A tiny video I filmed yesterday. Because, you know (or maybe not), I'm a fashion BROADCAST student, I should do broadcasty things. Sort of.
(watch it in HD)
Street Feast is basically a party that takes place in Haggerston every Friday until June from 5pm till midnight.
Party with food provided by some of London's best known food stalls such as Big Apple Hot Dogs and The Ribman. Lots of it. Sort of a dream come true.
After an hour long commute (well, at least we can say "OH, THOSE EAST LONDONERS" without being hypocrites) we finally arrived to Haggerston overground station at 7pm and as soon as we left the building we saw the first thing indicating that there is a street food festival taking place nearby: the biggest queue to tesco metro's atm I've ever seen in my life. Being a market veteran, I was well prepared with money already in my wallet, waiting to spend it on unnecessary calories so we didn't have to waste our precious time. Time we could spend eating.
The Merchant Yard, where Street Feast takes place was really easy to find and after having our bags searched (you can't bring your own alcohol. Fair enough - the bar has everything you may need) we were ready to start our tiny feast.
Piece of advice - before going check
Street Feast's website and decide what you want to eat. The queues are long. You need some strategy.
Our strategy was: eat a lot of good food and share with each other so you can taste as many things as possible. Having that in mind we started from
Kimchi Cult's Kimchi Burger and oh-my-god. No words Despite its bun being maybe a bit too starchy, burger and kimchi alone were just brilliant, I mean, how can they not be brilliant? Burger + Kimchi. Kimchi + Burger. Think about that for a second.
The Merchant Yard was getting busier and busier so we headed to the bar for some beverages that would keep us company while queuing for 25 minutes to
The Ribman's stall. Being best known for his HOLY F**K hot sauce, he looks so passionate and friendly you can't help but smile while looking at piles of hot meat in front of you (doesn't sound really picturesque, does it? it was)
Oh, and let's clarify this - I've never had ribs in my life. The idea of eating them always disgusted me.
Tried them. Best day of my live. Greasy heaven. Worth every second of waiting, every day of 5-balanced meals and every minute of cardio workout.
With sun going down, the atmosphere started to be more and more party-ish but not your typical-East-London-pretentious-judgmental-looks sort of. (nearly) Everyone was so lovely I wanted to just hug them and share my food joy with the entire world.
Ok, that was pretty dramatic.
SO.
Toilets. Bar.
Big Apple Hot Dogs.
Although, we tried their smallest hot dog, Pimp Steak, I nearly couldn't move after having it. Konrad on the other hand wasn't that satisfied - he wanted the most badass, enormous one with POLISH SAUSAGE (they also had Polish sauerkraut, we were thinking about begging for a discount because of the fact that we are, erm, Polish) so next time we will probably go there first with empty stomachs just waiting for some delicious food.
After three greasy courses (well. 1.5 when you think they were shared) and two bottles of Bretone cider I just NEEDED to go to
Sorbitum - an oldschool ice-cream truck with lovely trader and the most velvety and creamy sea salt and caramel ice-cream I've had in life. I bought the smallest portion and took it with me to keep me company while queuing to
Sweet Tooth Factory's stall - with a perspective or an hour long journey home we decided to stock up on sugary treats. By 10pm nearly everything was sold out though but we luckily managed to buy the last slice of raspberry cheesecake and last pistacchio cupcake that we later ate at home.
Going to say that again, I don't USUALLY like both cheesecakes and cupcakes but this time I was in chocolate-y, sugary heaven. Oh, and the traders were even sweeter than others. It all made me want to cry over how shitty my metabolism is.If only I was one of these girls that can eat as much as they want and still look as if they had some sort of eating disorded, I would buy 7 pistacchio cupcakes and eat them in one go. Or one every day. Well, that doesn't matter because my life is sad (I mean, on that front) and I can't eat what I want. SIGH.
When we left at quarter past ten there was a queue outside. I mean. What the hell. London can go all food-crazy sometimes.
Ok so apparently I have a lot to say about food. Rather sad and probably really boring so if didn't cover anything else you wanted to know just check
Street Feast's website and see you there next Friday!
Time to go back to stress over my internship interview I have in 9 days. Fingers crossed. It's going to be BIG if I get it so wait for any updates.
