Street Feast: eat.st Introduces – this Friday 25th May!

So, tomorrow’s the day for the big street food collabo. Together with Street Feast, we will be bringing seven great new traders along to the car park in Sclater Street that has been knocking people bandy with its smorgasbord of great food offerings these last few weeks.

Street Feast: eat.st Introduces will see Street Feast hosting these young upstarts in the eat.st fam and giving them a great platform to show off what they do in front of a seemingly insatiable audience. These seven newbies will join the six Street Feasters in-residence (including eat.st members Kimchi Cult, Hardcore Prawn, The Bowler, The Rib Man and Big Apple Hot Dogs – as well as Brick Lane regular Mama Jerk).

So, hold onto your hats and read on for the food that will be slung from their vans and stalls. Come hungry, come thirsty and get ready to be hit with flavour…

1. Vinn Goute – Seychelles creole food

Really excited about these guys. They usually trade over at Portobello (under the Westway) at weekends but they’re looking forward to making the trip East to serve up all their family recipes. Nobody else doing anything like this in London so grab your chance to try some real Seychelles magic.

Food Box – comes with ‘safran rice’ and papaya and organic carrot chutney £6.50

1.Halal Goat Curry

2.Exotic Fish – a) Trivali b) Red Snapper 3) Indian Mackerel

3.Octopus Curry

4.Kreol ‘Tropikal’ Corn Fed Chicken Legs

5.Organic Vegetable Curry (V)

Snack Box – a mix of 5 snacks in a box £5 (1 of each of the below + one extra of choice)

1.Tuna Fish Samosa x 1 (£1.50 each)

2 Organic Vegetable Samosa x 1 (£1.50 each)

3.Parrot Fish cake x 1 (£1.00 each)

4.Lentils Chilli Cakes x 2 (£1.00 each or 3 for £2)

Sauces

Piman chilli Sauce – Very Hot Organic Chilli Sauce -£5

Piman Dou Sauce – Very Hot Slightly Sweet Organic Chilli Sauce – £5

Drinks – Water and Coconut Water (can) £1 to compliment our meals – all contain a form of hot chilli)

http://www.vinn-goute.co.uk/

 

2. The Speck Mobile

To those who go to Maltby Street on Saturdays, you’ll have seen Franz hawking his schnitzel and strudel under one of the arches. This cat has mad kitchen credentials and is married to super star dessert queen Bea (of Bloomsbury). You just know it’s going to be good. And when you try that butter-fried schnitzel with the lingonberry sauce? Man, there’s nothing like it. This will be his first outing in his brand new Speck Mobile so we are honoured to have him debut with us.

Wiener Schnitzel Vom Schwein – Rare breed pork schnitzel Viennese style

With potato cucumber salad – £5.50

Speckknodel Mit Sauerkraut – Tyrolean speck dumplings with sauerkraut – £5.50

Kaspressknodel – Grilled herbed Alpine cheese dumplings with sour cream and chive sauce – £4.50

Apfelstrudel – flaky thin apple strudel – £3

 

3. Sorbitium Ices

 

New ice cream van in the eat.st collective is Sorbitium Ices – ex-Petersham Nurseries ice cream wunderkids Suzanna and Pedro. They’ve just started with us at King’s Cross and now are ready to scoop their little hearts out tomorrow night. Could the flavours sound any more enticing on a warm May evening?

• ‘Tutti Frutti’ ice cream – Candied orange, lemon & fig in an amaretto vanilla custard
• Dark chocolate & fresh mint sorbet
• Rhubarb & toasted cinnamon oat ice cream
• Rose Water & cardamom ice cream
• Rice pudding ice cream
• Caramel and sea salt ice cream
• Fresh strawberry, creme fraiche and meringue Ice cream
• Poached nespole and vanilla sorbet

£2 : one scoop/ £3:  2 scoops. Take home tubs 500ml: £6 / 2 for £10

Sorbitium eat.st profile HERE.

 

4. Green Goat

 

Just started up in Battersea Market on Saturdays and soon to join us at King’s Cross, Green Goat are all about the ‘street food with a conscience’. Crunch, fragrance, freshness and spice guaranteed…

Spice-master Lamb burgers with Harissa and minted yogurt £5

Slow-cooked pork with a booming Beetroot inspired slaw £6

Chermoula marinated Sardines with pomegranate cous cous £6

Elderflower panna cotta’s with macerated berries and chocolate brownies £2.50

Washed down with home-made lemonade £1.50

http://greengoatfood.com/

 

5. Spit & Roast

 

If there’s one thing you need to know about these cats, it’s that they don’t play. This is the dynamic duo behind Exmouth Market’s Medcalf and they came to win you over with their incredible chicken dishes. Believe me, when you get your chops around that fried chicken you’ll be forgetting your own name for a second as your eyes start inspecting the back of your head.

Whole chicken £12

1/2 chicken £7

1/4 chicken £5

All with rosemary and garlic potatoes

Buttermilk fried chicken £6

Cornbread muffin, herb gravy

Find Spit & Roast on Twitter

 

6. French & Grace

Not strictly new since they joined the eat.st collective last summer, but that was as Salad Club. Now they’re all about F&G and the mobile arm of their Brixton Village eaterie. With a new recipe book out this month they’re keen to show off the distillation of what they do in these two simple wraps – made with South London love.

Lebanese flatbread wraps rolled up with butter bean and rosemary hummus, seeded carrot and beet slaw, harissa yogurt and a choice of:

Hot Chorizo £5.50

Chargrilled Halloumi £5.50

An “uber” = both together £6.50

DRINKS

Ossie’s Brixton-brewed Ginger Beer £2.00

French & Grace eat.st profile HERE

 

7. Mother Flipper

Last but never least, Manuel has shown up this year to bring great burgers back onto the streets. He is one of our most recent members and has made Tuesdays Burger Day at King’s Cross, as well as giving Brockley what they need every Saturday. The smell alone will drive you wild – get ready to queue for this one.

Mother Flipper Cheeseburger £5.50
Chilli Flipper £6
Double Candy Bacon Flipper £6.50
Fungi Flipper £6

http://www.motherflipperburgers.com/

 

Street Feast: eat.st Introduces will be tomorrow, 25th May 2012 – 5pm-Midnight + Street Feast bar

Directions HERE.

KX now = Tuesdays too (and look who we have in the line-up)

King’s Boulevard is about to notch up another day of eat.st activity on its undulous slope. This is good!

Tuesday is the hot new day for curbside food crawling….

People have been asking us for ages to do more days. It seems that London’s appetite for eat.st isn’t ready to be sated yet and we’re so excited that the food and people behind it has been taken to so readily. Meanwhile, we have a crazy number of new traders wanting to join eat.st and come and trade with us on the Boulevard. But it’s a delicate dance starting a market from scratch on an entirely new street with mainly building sites all around and we wanted to give it a few months (and get through the winter) before ramping up the rota.

So now we’re ready to roll into Tuesdays!…And we have some brilliant new traders to bring into the fold. As of this Tuesday 17th April we will have slinging, slicing, dunking and grilling:

Mother Flipper – best burgers we’ve tried in ages. Owner, Manuel, is crazy for the patty and puts everything into it – and it shows. Watch the man behind it cook it and serve it straight to you. That’s some slathery magic right there.

(Thanks to Simon K for the pic)

Mussel Men – properly up eat.st’s alley. These cats know how to bring the theatre and the flavour. The swashbuckling Scots will be doing some musselly/muscly things up there. You need to see this.

And joining them will be pasta pioneer Beppinos after a brief two week hiatus (moving from Wednesdays to the new, hot Tuesdays)

(Thanks to Yummy Choo for the pic)

And back to the block (and much missed during their brief spell away to TCB), Banh Mi 11 and the baguettes of lunchtime joy.

Also, to all the crunch-enthusiasts and healthier leaning, we will be bringing in the award-winning French & Grace (formerly Salad Club), crossing the river to bring their particular brand of Britishness to the Wednesday slots.

So lots to get busy chomping….and stay tuned for news on what May is bringing: 5 day weeks on the Blvd. That’s Monday-Fridays, y’all!

For up to date rotas of who’s on when, head to the King’s Cross page on the eat.st website: www.eat.st/kings-cross

The real polpette is in the far East

A trip East before bolting out of London in the Bora began with a guided tour of Hoxton Market with a Hackney regeneration officer. I listened with intrigue as he titillated me with twisted tales of E8 urbanism – who sold what, where it went, what’s left behind and the staggering cleavage that exists between the ‘authentic’ originals and the urban pastoralists who came along and reimagined a new Hackers.

I’m off to Ridley Road, I told him, To look for Luca.

“Three-quarters of the way in, park in the Sainsbury’s carpark so you don’t get rinsed out on the meters and don’t buy fish from any of the stalls along the front”. Then more gruesome tales ensued. A picture emerged of a highly questionable hotbed of open-air and not-quite-so-open-air trading. A postcode poll of the punters found them coming in from Northampton, Kent, Peterborough. Places that held nothing like the cacophony of stuff that Ridley Road regularly puts out there. Stories of international smuggling, trade routes used to pass along illegal, unmentionable, unfathomable goods.

“All put paid to now of course, all cleaned up”.

I doubt it, I thought, It’s probably just receded further into the crevices, the cracks…

Coming out onto Ridley Road from the Kingsland Shopping Centre there is an amazing amount of sky stretching up out there. No high-rises, no office blocks, just sky above a great rambling encrustation of stalls and holes in walls. I felt all way up high and out there – from the low-slungness of Brixton to this perched strip of Hackney that was just full of people. That’s the magic of a good market – it throws you together with everyone and our natural human predisposition for sociality gets off on it, feels reassured by it.

After I’d walked about the 3/4 of the road I did, indeed, find Luca, purveyor of the truth as far as polpette go – or so they told me. Up on the deck of the Ridley Road Market bar sits his set-up – a 2m/1m trad market stall adorned with New York deli boards announcing the menu:

We all love a good meatball, let’s not even try and pretend. And all the signs around the place were leading me to believe that this would be one of the good ones: The box of really serious looking bread thrusting out of a hanging box to one side, the bowl of green bean salad, glistening with salt crystals, the little pot of Tiramisu sat casually by the till – none of which has anything to do with meatballs, but you can soon spot someone who knows about food.

Just give me a bit of everything, I asked, All the sauces and all the balls. Luca obliged, lining the box with the ‘creamy polenta’ and then layering on the different sauces – gorgonzola, roasted tomato and wild mushroom (but leaving out hot peperoncino so it wouldn’t obliterate the taste of the ball).

Then came the balls – two of ricotta & spinach, two of beef. “Always beef, never pork”, Luca told me. On top of this went more sauce, baby spinach and the aforementioned green bean salad which was winking at me, despite the availability of the balls. I staggered off with this great brick of a box to a nearby bench and began excavating this beast of a lunch. I flicked the spinach to the side and didn’t get too involved with the polenta (not my thing), but finally coming into contact with those polpette, all roiling and moiling in such wholesome sugo, was a great moment for me up in E8.

Luca explained the addition of ricotta and 10% of parmesan. Yes, that’s what it is – that’s what makes you think of Italy where other versions never will. Served with real charm and generosity as well. This is a guy who is enjoying being street-side and it shows. Luca Italian lifts Ridley Road, and Ridley Road gives L.I grounding in a truly interesting place.

I hope that we might persuade him to uproot himself from time to time to come and join our gang. Luca Italian is right up our strada.

King’s Boulevard gets the eat.st/INSA treatment

Jimmy, Jesus and Mary have all had the INSA midas touch – now it’s the time of the eat.st collective as a whole to be treated to a bit of that sparkle.

When we first began speaking with King’s Cross about bringing eat.st to King’s Boulevard I knew that we needed some great signage that would reflect what eat.st is about – but also that would signify a departure from tradition and a nod to the future direction of open-air food slinging.

For this task, INSA was the only guy. As soon as we began talking about it we was picking up what I was putting down and then throwing it back even harder. The result – and with plenty of support from King’s Cross – is the following: dozens of separate painted boards that fan out from the King’s Boulevard ivy-clad hoarding, giving a brilliant 3D effect and firmly stamping eat.st’s name on the strip.

Or, as INSA says, we’ve created an incredibly elaborate frame for a blackboard…

We’ll be here for a while and now it’s official. Have a look at the different elements and how they were slotted together – and then come and see the thing in the flesh while you chow!

 

Choc Star, Bean & Gone and Luardos getting ready to mount.

 

Sizing up the women.

 

Drilling them on.

 

The first of the blackboard dates. People coming by were asking ‘Is it for bands? Who’s playing?’. Different kind of party, but still a performance.

Me with my mini-Jimmy.

And the final touches. Quiff-o-rama. See you there soon!

eat.st at King’s Boulevard – N1C, baby.

On a sunny day last Thursday, eat.st at King’s Boulevard opened itself up for business.

This has been the result of an ongoing dialogue between ourselves and the King’s Cross developers – taking place over a number of months. They had seen what we were about at other events in the City and wanted to bring a bit of what we were slinging to their brand new street.

It was back in July that I donned hard-hat, steel-caps, goggles, gloves and hi-vis to go lagging around what looked like a rather unprepossessing scenario…

What has since occurred – transplanted trees, set-design leaf hoarding, beautiful gravel underlay and a steady flow of PEOPLE – makes it look like a STARchitect’s utopian vision of mixed-use urban space. I rarely believe those ‘visions’ – can’t seem to reconcile what’s there now with what is being reimagined for the future. But here it is, happening, and there are all sorts sweeping up the Boulevard.

My personal favourite was the Korean guy in the future-Aztec poncho and Cuban heel/legging combo. I saw him striding around our micro-market, perusing the options and finally settling on a bit of Hardcore Prawn. He is joined by a whole swathe of quirksters emanating out of the new UAL Building. God damn, that place is amazing. If you’ve not been in you should drop in. You’ll either be pining to be a student again or trying to recall which dark recess of the place it was where you used to have it when it was Bagleys.

From along Goods Way come the food fans of Kings Place – many of them Guardian workers and looking to fill the hole that being ripped from Exmouth Market left in their lunchtimes. One guy Tweeted about King’s Cross having been an ‘erstwhile culinary wasteland’ until eat.st showed up. This is what’s great – how you can spend endless amounts of time and money on place-making from a structural point of view – but then as soon as you bring in the food the whole place springs to life.

It may only be four stalls at the moment and only two days a week, but we are just settling in to our new spot. We are open to suggestions from anyone who thinks they might visit it. This micro-market is here for a while and we want it to be used by all.

Come and see us here:

So you can get stuck in to some of the good stuff, enjoy a gentle perambulation up the Boulevard and get some fresh-ish air. The trees rustle well, anyway.

 

To find out who’s trading when head to www.eat.st/kings-cross – All traders and their menus listed under each Thursday and Friday in October.

After that we’ll have more for you. See you stall/cart/van-side soon!

Juicy little nuggets at the Real Food Market

I wasn’t even hungry. I’d had a rather extraordinary breakfast in the Colombian place in Brixton Village earlier. I’ve been afflicted with a touch of wanderlust lately and my mind keeps on roaming to that rough little jewel at the top of South America. Down we sat in the hot-house filtered sunshine of Brixton Village. I got all carried away with my long-buried Spanish and soon enough was ordering off-menu at quite an alarming rate. While my friends sensibly went for the desayuno calentadas, I honed in on arepa, chorizo, plantain, chips and eggs. What arrived was scary but I was determined to forge on ahead with this little vicarious safari none the less.

Afterwards I needed ice cream. We went to the amazing Laboratorio Artigianale del Buon Gelato, just in from Take Two on the Coldharbour Lane entrance. Bliss! I had chocolate with salted caramel -double-scoop, baby! Then I remembered that I had a date with Cristiano, stall-side, to finally get to pick up what he’s been putting down in this city.

Cristiano came and rootled me out one super-icy day last November. He was over from Italy on a research visit. As we slipped and slided from Goodge Street to my uni, he breathed hot, crazy, mad professor-style ideas towards me. Who is this cat? I thought. He is about to up-sticks and move his wife and child to London in order to better understand the life and culture of the street food world. I was all ears. Especially when I heard that his plan was to set up an offal-mobile.

Tongue ‘n Cheek would be the first recent purveyor of abandoned and undervalued cuts of meat to hit the London curb in decades. It would be tongue with salsa verde and ox cheeks with red wine and onion. Fabulous. this is the stuff I grew up on. I used to marvel at the textured grey studding that paraded along the underside of that incredibly long bit of boiled meat. We always had it with salsa verde and it was one of the few bits of offal that I could get down with in my house.

So here I was, not hungry, but faced with a delicious Wild Caper sourdough roll stuffed with slices of tongue and surrounded with that magical bright green sauce.

Properly summery and delicious in its simple execution.. For someone with such an out-there mind and such a discerning appreciation of food, for Cristiano it’s about doing something very easy but very well.

People walked past and peered into the pot…

…aghast at the sight that befell them.

I took a step back and took it in. Here is this great mind with amazing vision, hawking proper, unembellished Italian food and at the very early stages of his street food adventure – and, like others I know, he needs to be set apart from the crowd in order for people to be seduced by his food.

I am delighted that Cristiano has found eat.st and wants to play such an active part in it. We need people like him to grow this little firecracker. And I hope that we can assist him in getting to the right audience for this intricately thought out, well-delivered, deeply succulent food.

(Check out his blog HERE – and follow him on Twitter HERE)

I left Cristiano to it and made my way through the crowds to Street Kitchen – filling Bhangra Burger’s pitch for the day. It was my first visit. I’d met up with Mark Jankel earlier this year to talk shop. I’d heard some stuff about Street Kitchen last year when the image of him and business partner Jun Tanaka beaming from the counter of a borrowed Airstream had been splashed around. HMmmm, I mused – looks well contrived. I dismissed it as a PR stunt and went about my business. When he called me up and told me about the plan things changed. What I love about them is that they’re not giving it the big one about how organic or how sustainable they are, they just are. If people want to ask questions they will be told that every ingredient item they use is sourced from within the British Isles. That’s 100% – they don’t even use vanilla (much to Jun’s chagrin, apparently).

Mark whipped me up a lemon sole, crushed potato, beetroot and horseradish special. Oh lord, how could I tell him what I was currently packing? But then, on the first mouthful, how could I not finish the little beauty?

This is clean food. As clean as the look and feel of the branded trailer they’re towing. It makes you feel well, healthy, virtuous. And it tastes amazing. Simple, fresh and really well-seasoned. What the two of them are doing is very different to the rest of our traders. These are not itinerants or adventurers in love with the life of the streets – they are chefs with scruples who see an opportunity and are going for it. That’s great – breadth is good – and I look forward to having them along to the party.

Finally, just for fun, I got sidelined by the smell of the grilled cheese sandwich being racked up by these hands…

Currently outcast from Borough Market for one of the ongoing disputes, their loss is the Real Food Market’s gain. He lured me in. No, no – I’m full, I pleaded. But I couldn’t resist. I’ve long hoped and prayed that one of the new school of street fooders would set up a grilled cheese sarnie-mobile. How amazing would that be from this country?! Someone could go to town on all those fine wheels we have. But they’d need to get it right – maybe starting with a lesson from this expert. Jesus, Mary and Joseph – that thing got me inspecting the back of my head.

Get yourselves down to the Real Food Market for some of these gems – there are plenty of them if you scout around…

Ain’t No Picnic up and running

Whilst round at Meateasy a few weeks ago I was introduced to a guy who wanted to bring sliders to the London outside dining scene. Bespectacled, earnest and eager to get off the ground, Marcus listened intently as Yianni and I filled him in (as best we could) on some of the ins and outs of mobile food trading in this town. The plan was to begin at Space Makers’ new event, Feast, in West Norwood for its first day on April 3rd. This would be 60 stalls of crafts, retro, plants and, most importantly, food.

I saw a Tweet from Marcus (@anpburgers) the day before: “@EatStreet come by my stall and witness my brain turning into soup. HURRAH.” and really felt for him. That first day of actually selling the thing you’ve been talking/writing/thinking/crunching/dreaming/stressing about can be so traumatic! I wouldn’t have been surprised if his prophecy had come true based on how I was when I first got Jimmy onto the streets. But no, our kid appeared the pinnacle of poise when I swung by at around 2pm.

His queue was so long that it completely engulfed that of the neighbouring cheese stall, the proprietors of which seemed completely resigned to it as they offered cubes of Berkswell to those in line (and looks of complete bemusement at the ‘plastic processed cheese’ that was being lain across the sizzling ranks of sliders next door).

After confirming with Marcus that he wasn’t about to sell out I did the queue thing for about 15 minutes, watching as he licked those patties into shape: burger, onions, buns – steaming and secreting meaty juices all over the griddle. We ordered two each – half with aforementioned (and entirely necessary to the whole experience) plastic cheese, half without. And then onto them were strewn quite the most delicious pickles I’ve had in a very long time. Herbie, fragrant and dilled to titilating perfection, they played that slider like butter plays toast.

Perhaps my only criticism would be that there was a bit too much bun to patty but that’s easy enough to negotiate. Baps aside, I was well impressed with Ain’t No Picnic – for tastiness of meat, sweetness of onions and, particularly, pertinence of pickle.

Marcus promises new sauces and accoutrements as he progresses and, judging by the precision with which he pulled off his first – and typically most traumatic – day trading I think all of us burger fans have something great to look forward to.

Ain’t No Picnic website HERE.

Next trading 1st May, West Norwood Feast.

Luardos is hiring!

Our favourite burritodor, Simon, is expanding.

‘Jesus’ is still blessing the good people of Whitecross Street with rollicking good burritos, but now there’s a new addition to the Luardos stable: Mary. Still an H-Van but extending the sorbet palette from azul añil to rosa mexicana. Yes, this new food wagon is PINK. And she needs working.

Simon has put a call out on Facebook:

Oh my! There’s two jobs going this summer working in one of the worlds famous Luardos burrito vans! One will be getting busy on a Monday-Friday basis at Whitecross Street Market, London. The other will be rolling round the country smacking the festival scene. Seeeen!

Ideally you need to be over 25, have a driving licence, and be into food. Liking outdoor work (and hard work) would help too. And being good with people and generally up for it.

Good fun and good salary. Know anyone? Is that you? Is it!? If it is then send me a message on facebook and i’ll read it and send one back. Lovely stuff x

Link to the page here or email simonluard@hotmail.com if this sounds like the job for you.

Simon looks a bit like this by the way…

And is a stone-groove to work for.

Burrito rolling hands at the ready!

Whitecross Street Market Street Fair

It’s all happpening in EC1 – there’s a street party going down! Whitecross Street, home of one of the most thriving and progressive food markets in London, is once again getting ready to show us what it’s about on a weekend.

If you are a trader then get in touch with them now! It’ll be a great spot to show the area what you’ve got.

If you’re in possession of a large appetite then haul it along for this two-day bonanza.

Saturday 24 and Sunday 25 July – 12-6pm – free entry, lots of fun.

Why I love Brixton Market

I love Kieran Long’s piece on Brixton Market in the Evening Standard today. Not for at least two generations, he says, has any new commercial space been created in London with this much character. We are being served up, again and again, developments that makes a mockery of the City’s swagger:

The case needs to be made that despite the economic advantages of large-scale retail floorplates, every time we make the grain of the city less rich we lose something for good that is unlikely to be replaced. Public spaces should lead people to discover things about their town, allow the city to speak.

The malls that developers would like to create in place of these rich and connected places are more about choreographing our experience of the city, removing us from weather, noise, smells etc, in order that we become more effective shoppers.

No one could really claim Brixton Market to be a hive of effective shoppers – there’s too much chat; too much enquiry – but this is its success. Under those ceilings of miscellaneous height and colour and alongside those slightly cowboy canopies exists something that is vital. It’s called Funk.

Every time I turn into the haphazard flow of Atlantic Road – all polyester pimp suits and wet, florid pigs’ tails – my mind starts slotting my body into a zone that is part comfort, part perky alertness and always rambunctious like WOAH. Sometimes it’s dangerous – like when I’m not concentrating and almost get caught in the crossfire of dead animals being tossed from truck to butcher shop; or when the incongruous French traffic warden with the exaggerated accent tries to do me for parking offences – but it’s always UP.

It’s walking past that said Halal butchers, lit crystal-white, with bright red counters and a queue of people all lined up for their meat, heads nodding in unison to Dr Dre blasting out from in-house speakers. Or it’s a fingernail of a hole in the wall given over solely to the sale of sandals, or phone gear or Trini gospel.  Inside the market layers of different kinds of people crash along together, united by the shared roof, the highly charged space. Inside the market you run the gauntlet of ancient old girls, with ruthless granny shoppers sussing out the banks of iced fish; or shouts from guys in white coats and white wellies, asking how you are.

The truth is, I’m always fine in Brixton Market and the lanes and streets around it. I’m fine because I’m feeling it. I’m bombarded by Reggae, dancehall, Raggaton, gospel; I’m hit by smells that taunt and tempt in equal measure and there is always something going on that makes me laugh, or else ask WTF?!

This is unedited life on the streets and it’s a circus that I cherish. I’m glad that it’s just been listed and that all that music and all that food and all those people will continue to be part of my daily London experience.