Lunch at the 805

Hi Londonistas! 

 It has been a while since we had a catch up. What fun things are you finding to do in London while the weather is bleurgh? 

The grey skies and soggy umbrellas might not be so inspiring but here is a post that might brighten things up! So after months and months of deliberating, organising and reorganising, me and the girls decided to FINALLY arrange lunch at what has got to be South London's most popular Nigerian restaurant.

805, in the middle of the Old Kent Road has been one of the cornerstones of African London's dining scene for years now. And although I have actually eaten there a couple of times before, I wanted to introduce my Spanish friend to their legendary tilapia. 

We called some of the other members of our dining gang, and voila! We were all sat around a table in the restaurant last Wednesday afternoon. First things first, if you are a driver, and are worried about the red route and 'no parking' signs in the area, you needn't worry.

Free Parking. Yipee!

The interior of the restaurant is very light, and clean - pleasant enough. However, apart from the few paintings sporadically placed on the walls, there is nothing about the interior that screams AFRICA! 

The maiter d' was nice. We were greeted at the door, and asked where we wanted to sit. However, the one other waitress who was waiting on five or six other tables, seemed lethargic and after twenty minutes of sitting down without being offered so much as a glass of water, one of the girls had to approach to ask if we could order drinks!

Anyway, service aside, the food was incredible. Once we had ordered, the food didn't take too long to arrive. My plate looked like this.

Mmm... Croaker fish, fried plantain and salad with a chilli sauce!!

I LOVE chilli and spice, and all things nice - which is very typical of Nigerian cuisine. But for my poor friends who asked for the mild option, it seemed the restaurant only offered spicy and spicier. It seemed that 'mild' is a concept unbeknownst to the chef at 805, because even the accompanying sauce labelled as 'mild' burnt the roof of their mouth. 

The fried plantain was perfect though. It was tasty and ripe enough without being too greasy. Also, the prices are excellent, for the amount of food you actually get. It is a shame though that during the three to four hours we sat and talked, after eating, we were not offered the opportunity to order more drinks. And although there were about four or so items on the desert menu, the only thing available was ice-cream...hmmm

A sneak peek at the menu!

Altogether, it was an enjoyable afternoon. Service might need a bit of polishing but the food is amazing. I do recommend spice junkies to visit the 805.

On a MEATmission

As a late birthday treat, my cousins arrange for us to head to The Breakfast Club just off Liverpool Street. The reputation of this place precedes it and so does the queue! What else could I expect on the weekend? With time against us, we decide to take a walk through what feels like a large chunk of the East London, taking note of changes in the Shoreditch area and building up quite an appetite. After a stroll down Great Eastern street, a few more crossings and side streets later, with the aroma of chips lingering in the wind, we reach our destination. 

We arrive at a place called MEATmission. 'We're standing infront of a restaurant?!', I ask myself, as I look for signs of life and alas! A couple exit, holding the door open into the darkness...

The atmosphere is soon lightened by the front of house who directs us to our raised American style diner bench, and I begin to reflect on my surroundings; there are faux stained glass images, hymn boards used for food challenges (think Man v Food) and my mind automatically assigns Vince Kidd's Sick Love as the theme tune to the restaurant because they both twist religious elements out of their established context into a stranger one. However, this place really takes it to church. Even the menu resembles a simple Mass leaflet. And though my cousin jokes that they clearly spent a lot of money on it (not), I soon realise there is nothing basic about the food.

Keeping with the pseudo-religious theme, the menu is divided into sacraments: Baptism, Communion, Comfirmation and Last Rites. By this stage I'm already craving chips so I decide to choose chips from the Baptism section but this place doesn't just do chips. Well actually, according to the menu, they do 'fries (not chips)' but you can opt for plain, chilli cheese or gravy.

In the end I opt for the normal version to balance out my Dead Hippie burger, a burger with two beef patties, pickles, onions, lettuce and a sauce of the same name. I ask for my patties to be cremated aka well done. I also ask for the Black Cow.  It's not what you think. In fact I really must praise the service. Staff are really friendly, welcoming and always on hand. No rude finger snapping required. The 'Black cow' is in fact a Coke float and yummy it was. Who said vanilla ice cream was bland?

As for the food itself,  I half expect it to arrive in a font or something but it's served on a tray between the three of us. It would have been nice to have my own tray or plate but who cares? When I notice that each table has an 'everyone tuck in' policy, by which I mean bottles of sauce and proper kitchen roll, I realise you just gotta get in there.

I must say that I am partial to a burger and although it did feel like I had eaten dessert before lunch (coke float before burger might not have been the best idea!), I thoroughly enjoyed the meal. The burgers on the menu don't seem enormous but they are quite filling and while this restaurant is clearly food heaven to a devout burger lover, vegetarian options exist too!

Ending up here was a blessing in disguise. Meat Mission, you saved us!

MEATmission, 15 Hoxton Market, London

Ben L'Oncle Soul at Scala!

Hi Londonistas! I think we can all agree that one is never at a loss for things to do in London Town. One thing you can expect on The Leaping Londonista is suggestions and features on activites you can busy yourself with in all parts of our city. One such event that I attended on Wednesday night was a gig by Ben L'Oncle Soul, who is to me one of the best contemporary soul artists France has to offer. (Before you kill me, I'm just expressing personal opinion!) The venue was Scala in Kings Cross, which is befitting for a French artist me thinks. The chill in the air was more than crisp and had me thinking I was in an arctic container. Lol! So you can imagine my grin when I saw that the queue to get in wasn't too long. 

 Ben L'Oncle Soul's support act was a Senegalese singer, who introduced himself to us as Father Freddy. I welcomed Father Freddy with some apprehension. After all, do we not all dutifully wait for supporting acts to come and go, so we can see the real deal? The artist we have actually paid our £££s to see? My cynicism increased when Father Freddy walked onto the stage, banging a walking stick on the floor with every step, with a guitar strapped to his chest(or was it his back?) and locks tumbling out of a bowler hat. Can this get any more gimmicky? I'm thinking by this point. To cut a long story short, Father Freddy pleasantly surprised me. His voice is amazing, and he did a good job at engaging the audience. I would describe his style as soulful folk music. (Sorry for the compartmentalisation but it's the best way I can describe it). He sang songs such as Reality and Child's Play and even took us though a soulful rendition of Aloe Blacc's I Need a Dollar. He had me believing that he would actually sing until someone threw a dollar his way! By the end of his set, I was converted. I must say though, that I didn't realise that his name was actually Faada Freddy until I was given this small card by the beautiful singer himself, at the end of the event.

Faada Freddy's album is entitled Gospel Journey and you can listen to a few of his tracks here.

By 9pm Faada Freddy, had me sufficiently riled up and ready for Mr. Soul himself. So you can imagine my excitement when finally at 9.10pm Ben L'Oncle Soul swaggers onto stage, with the Monophonics and two very palatable backing singers. By this time the floor had totally disappeared, and from where I was standing, on a kind of raised balcony, all I could see was a carpet of heads. 

Ben L'Oncle Soul's childlike excitement was so obvious in the way he jumped and danced all over the stage without it making an iota of difference to his voice! He sang songs like Yes I do, and Walk the Line, a track featuring on his next album of the same name. I wish I could talk about how much I sang my little heart out, but I must admit that although I've owned Ben L'Oncle Soul's self entitled album since 2010 I'm still not familiar with all the lyrics (half of which are en français). So I mumbled along with half confidence, which I must say hurt me when he launched into Petite Soeur ("Je te connais par cœur" Lol!). What I loved the most was the way his feelathomeness dispelled all signs of formality. Literally, we could have been in a jam session with him in his living room. And this casualness was most charming when he suddenly reprimanded some people who were beginning a scuffle. "Eh! Stop the fight. On n'est pas là pour se battre", in the middle of verse two will be one of my fond memories of the night. 

Ben L'Oncle Soul is an amazing performer, and for most of the night I had the feeling of partying in a mowtown fête! I hate making comparisons, and Ben L'Oncle Soul is totally an artist in his own right. But his music reminds me of Otis Redding and Bill Withers. The Soul Man really is an exciting performer, with so much energy! He even came back on stage twice to two encores! The £20 we paid was so worth it. My only disappointment was that he did not perform Seven Nation Army, which is what I expect most of the crowd was waiting for too.

Ben l'Oncle Soul's new album, 'Walk the Line' is set for release in February 2014.

Check out his latest single 'Hallelujah!!! (J'ai tant besoin de toi)' on www.benlonclesoul.com