The length of Kingsland Road provides a catwalk for London’s bright young creative things sporting the latest ‘dos (and frankly referee, some serious don’ts). Sit and watch the show with a coffee at Evin before the waft of Turkish barbeque entices you to Mangal 2. Fall down the stairs of Barden’s Boudoir for sweaty, scuzzy noise and entertainment. Hungover shopping at the market on Saturdays is a local tradition.
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Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Posted By:
Daniel Kramb
Photo:
Christina Theisen
St Vincent's
It's true, there isn't exactly a shortage of charity shops
in East London, but we can't help feeling that
this one is a little special. Enter St Vincent's, on the northern end of
Kingsland Road, and you feel like you entered a family home--where the family's
keen to get rid of everything they own, from the bed to the novels to the
children's dresses. The mother's showing you where the wardrobes are, while the
smiley-faced son wraps those tea pots for you. The clothing offering varies, as
do the titles in the bookshelves, but there's usually at least several things
that tickle our fancy. The furniture is nothing but great (we count a '20s-style
oak desk with drawer among our achievements--for 25 quid). If you still have
VHS capacities, they are determined to get rid of everything they have in a
radical discounting exercise (that’s five tapes for a pound, when we last
visited). And if you really can't find anything, there's always the rough (and
not just around the edges) local market (of sorts) just outside the shop, where
scary geezers sell whatever it is they just happen to sell, straight from the
pavement. Legend.
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Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Posted By:
Jenny Wight
Photo:
Jenny Wight
LMNT
It isn't the Egyptio-Greco-Roman kitch decor that makes LMNT
so special; it isn't the piped Opera music or fact that you can sit in wooden
balconied nooks with banisters made of old harp frames, at the feet (paws) of a
golden sphinx or inside a giant urn; it isn't even the blush-inducing bathrooms
decorated with erotic friezes (aka painted porn). It's the fact that despite
the effort put into making this one of the most bizarre and wonderful
restaurants in London,
they haven't forgotten that most people who go out for dinner actually want to
eat excellent food at a decent price.
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Thursday, February 19, 2009
Posted By:
Daniel Kramb
Photo:
Christina Theisen
Pembury Tavern
Here's the first thing you
notice: From outside, the Pembury Tavern looks like high street bank. Here's
the second: From inside, the Pembury Tavern looks like the waiting room of a
train station. And if that wasn't enough, a walk to the loo feels like
descending the staircase to the grotty basement gym of your secondary school.
You get the point: if you care for looks, don't come here. But who does? And
who does, in particular, if there's a collection of sixteen different (and
always changing) hand pumped ales, at least one real cider and a great
selection of German and Belgian bottle beers? And lots and lots of space. And
about twenty different board games. And no mind-numbing elevator music. And
tables big enough to spread out a super-sized foreign newspaper in full. And handcut
chips. Exactly, looks don't matter. It's what's inside... well, you know the
cliche. Did we mention their malt whiskey offering?
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Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Posted By:
Daniel Kramb
Photo:
Christina Theisen
Evin Bar and Cafe
Had to sell that fancy office space of yours to afford tomorrow's ration of porridge? No worries. Just join Dalston's penny-pinching freelancing army at Evin Cafe, Kingsland High Street. The wooden tables inside this popular Turkish breakfast/lunch/dinner-joint have the perfect desk size, there's free Wi-Fi (and a life-saving plug, here and there), the coffee's okay and not too expensive and their legendary, but cheap ozleme pancakes mean lunch's always sorted (choose between spinach, cheese and potato fillings). You could watch them being made; they're freshly baked in the cafe's front window. But you're here to work, so forget it. There's fresh orange juice to keep you going through the day, comfy outdoor chairs for smoking breaks and, if you can really still afford the luxury, a decent Turkish dinner menu, once you've got it all saved and closed. Go to the back of the room straight away for the best spot, but don't even think about borrowing that Mac power cable from us. We're really busy, you know.
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Monday, November 24, 2008
Posted By:
Daniel Kramb
Photo:
Daniel Kramb
The Moustache Bar
You do wonder how much longer Dalston can keep going in its ferocious attempt to turn every grotty basement in the neighbourhood into a trendier-than-thou club. With gig-friendly Bardens Boudoir (36-44 Stoke Newington Road) almost qualifying for the grandfather tag and the dancefloor-minded Vision Videos (588 Kingsland Road) ever more popular, this then is the brand new Mustache Bar. You don't need to sport facial hair to get in, but inside it's certainly teeming with it, both on people and pictures. Suitably small and sweaty, the whole place is a dancefloor, with a tiny bar on one and a handy outside smoking bit on the other side. It was playful electro when we visited, but they seem to like everything from Italo disco to karaoke. With most nights free and all promising to end in the morning, we've already stopped shaving in anticipation for the next time. Let's see what happens. Incidentally, how about connecting all those basements via secret doors, with one stamp allowing you into all of them? Just a thought.
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Thursday, November 20, 2008
Posted By:
Claire Storrow
Photo:
Claire Storrow
Arcola Theatre
The Arcola Theatre: bringing theatre to the Dalston masses. Or at least the ones who read the Guardian. But stereotypes aside, the Arcola does a mighty good job at bringing plays by such luminaries as Tennessee Williams as well as offerings from lesser-known playwrights to our doorstep. When I say "our," of course I mean "my" because as a Dalstonite it brings me immense joy to know there is world-class theatre just a hop, skip and a jump away. It also brings me immense joy to hear non-Dalston dwellers faffing before the show starts about where they've parked the car/whether it's safe/whether they should go out in the interval and move it/what if they get mugged in the interval? To which the rest off us chuckle into our sleeves. Bless. This year, Arcola's alternative to panto is Tombstone Tales and Boothill Ballads: described as a docu-caberet, it sounds an absolute treat (18th Nov-20th Dec).
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Friday, October 31, 2008
Posted By:
Daniel Kramb
Photo:
Daniel Kramb
Somine
Somine has the power to crush habits. Like most people with an inclination to drink til late (early?), I had an inclination to practise damage limitation by following nights in the east by a) a Brick Lane bagel with lots of meat and too much mustard or b) whatever was left on the sticks of whatever kebab place was still open at the time. It was this jolly Turkish eatery (open around the clock, and they mean it), home where Kingsland High becomes Stoke Newington High, that introduced c) to the list: spicy red lentil soup--simple and honest. It comes with more squishy bread you can eat, strong olives and all sorts of other vinegary stuff (for 3.50 pounds) and has that one rare ability: It leaves you both completely satisfied and entirely guilt-free. I haven't looked back.
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Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Posted By:
Jenny Wight
Photo:
Jenny Wight
Dalston Bus Stop
One of London's special charms consists in sitting on the top deck of a bus as it wheezes along, the driver dodging cyclists and ignoring the desperate window taps of passengers who arrive at the stop a millisecond too late. You can peer at beautiful buildings above plastic-coated shop fronts, down at the tops of people’s heads and even into front rooms. But the strange collections of objects that can be found on the tops of some bus stops are wonders to behold. Sit on the left, keep your eyes peeled and you’ll get to see some pretty interesting street art--though I think the solitary battered malteaser and disintegrating yellow pages are more 'litter' than 'art'. Spot the spudniks around Old St and Hackney--crazy painted potatoes with a halo of toothpicks, or Islington's hearts cut out of turf (now somewhat dry). It is art? Who cares, but it does add a certain something to the daily commute.
Apparently the spudnicks are created by Nonose: Check it out.
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Monday, September 22, 2008
Posted By:
Claire Storrow
Photo:
Claire Storrow
Dalston Lane Café
On an unremarkable stretch of Dalston Lane you will find the unassuming Dalston Lane Café. I had passed it many a time on my way to Hackney but decided to step in after noticing that they serve French toast with bacon and maple syrup. I would go as far as to say I am a connoisseur of breakfast, and this, my friends, is the perfect breakfast--an almost alchemical combination of savoury and sweet. Like most breakfast eateries this place is rammed before noon at the weekend: on a Saturday afternoon I shared the cafe with two or three other single diners. I was not disappointed--the toast was suitably eggy, the bacon nicely streaky and its saltiness a perfect foil to the sticky sweetness of the maple syrup--and the syrup was generous; extra points. What I like about this place is it is somewhere between a greasy spoon and a place that really knows its food. Yes, you can get a Full English but owner John mixes it up with unusual additions to the breakfast menu like Bubble and Squeak or corned beef hash.
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Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Posted By:
Claire Storrow
Photo:
Claire Storrow
Cafe Oto
Like most good things in Dalston, Cafe Oto is hidden. Well, not exactly hidden when you know where to go but turning off Kingsland Road into Ashwin Street you turn a corner to confront a gate at the end of the road graffitti'd with "Fuck Pigs" and "Kill the Bil". Wrong turning? Nope, the road bends again and there you will find Cafe Oto: "Things," as the wise man with the bird on his head in Labyrith says, "are not always what they seem." Cafe Oto is a refreshing oasis in the sometimes "so hip it hurts" desert that is Dalston. I say desert because for all its cool posturing there aren't that many cool places to go round here. Run by husband-and-wife team Hamish and Keiko, this place is a bit like nipping round to your mates' during the day-time with coffee, cakes and cookies and Wi-Fi available. But in the evening the place comes alive with a fantastic roster of bands and musicians arriving from around the world as well as locally to play in the intimate venue. Oto means noise or music in Japanese, this is the kind of noise we like in the neighbourhood.
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Dalston Lane Café
French toast with bacon and maple: an alchemical combination of savoury and sweet.
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Dem Cafe
For when Zed Bar's too full.
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El Panchos
Cheesoid mexican with decent cocktails.
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Evin Bar and Cafe
Fantastic Turkish place without the grease factor. Speciality is gozleme.
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LMNT
Eat inside an urn or by a sphinx's paws.
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Mangal 1
May the grill's smoke guide you, meat-loving friends.
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Mangal 2
Gilbert & George aren't the only ones loving this one.
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Peppers and Spice
The real deal: jerk, oxtail, festival, plantain, ackee. Everyting irie.
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Shanghai
Tasty, good-value Chinese hiding behind the facade of a dingy old Kaff.
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Somine
Reanimating red lentil soup, Turkish style. Around the clock.
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Stone Cave
Cave look and cave feel. Up-scale(ish) Turkish. And great.
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The Best Turkish Kebab
Feed your soul. Always buzzing.
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The Tea Rooms
Stokey in a tea-cup. Pleasant...
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Bar 23
A slice of weirdness with wacked out DJing and drinking.
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Bardens Boudoir
Anything can happen in this basement. The beating heart of Dalston's music shenanigans.
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Cafe Oto
Mysterious new venue importing music from the hinterlands of psychedelia.
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Dalston Superstore
Uber hip polysexual squelch-a-thon.
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Marquis of Lansdowne
Pleases long-standing locals and hip Hackneyites alike.
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Passion
Tiny basement venue that hosts massive all-nighters.
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The Haggerston
Artist-run flea pit. Chaotic crowd surfing most nights.
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The Moustache Bar
Follow the moustache (sticker) trail to this trendy/grimy subterranean bar.
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The Prince George
Buzzing local favourite. Renowned Monday quiz night, great jukebox.
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Centreprise
Multi-cultural art centre, cafe, bookshop and venue.
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Holy Trinity, The Clowns Church
Every Feb, clowns mourn Grimaldi. In full costume.
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