With more bars than Brixton prison, Hoxton is so happening anything we say here will probably be out of date within the next two minutes. Most of the good stuff radiates out from Hoxton Square and Curtain Road—follow wherever the skaggy (skintight yet baggy-arsed) jean clad youngsters lead. Find modern art (White Cube), cheap Thai (Yelo), clubs (333, Cordy House), and bars (Troy, Cocomo).
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Thursday, August 27, 2009
Posted By:
Justine Forrest
Photo:
Justine Forrest
The Foundry
Is it a bar or is it an art gallery? The Foundry, part owned by one-time KLF member and art prankster, Bill Drummond, is a hybrid of the two. But this isn't a bar or gallery with gleaming white walls and neatly framed prints. This is a grubby graffiti-daubed hang-out like no other place I've ever seen.
There is a small bar in one corner of the ground floor, some random seating (including some people sitting on crates), and then a cavernous basement with corridors and little rooms, some with bits of art, others seemingly abandoned, but then that may be an art statement too. It really is very hard to say in this place.
The clientele leans towards the hipster, wannabe artist types, and yet the atmosphere is surprisingly laid back, unlike most hip Hoxton hangouts.
There is a danger of sensory overload in here, with every wall offering something new to look out. Even the loos are covered in graffiti that makes for interesting reading.
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Thursday, February 26, 2009
Posted By:
Julia Dennison
Photo:
Julia Dennison
Macondo
There's something disconcertingly random about this tapas joint-cum-art
gallery that service fabulous cakes. When you enter the cafe, it’s as is if
you've just walked in to your teenage brother's bedroom where he's slouched
over his guitar, playing the beginning riff from Nirvana's Come As You Are over and over, which demands such a keen level of
his attention that your presence is only acknowledged by a barely audible 'hey.'
If you replace the guitar with an espresso machine, you pretty much have
Macondo. It's lethargy at its most endearing, which is a rarity in this town.
When you've settled into the chill of it all, you can enjoy delicious Latin/Spanish
faire, like Huevos Rancheros and Spanish egg tortillas, followed by cheese cake
that will leave you gasping for breath. All this, and pillows; lots and lots of
pillows.
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Thursday, January 29, 2009
Posted By:
Daniel Kramb
Photo:
Courtesy of Lati Ri
Lati Ri
Sick and tired of Shoreditch cafes? You know, the ones where
you and your hard-working laptop are surrounded by people who come chiefly to
show off their new haircut, honey, and keep going on and on about how awesome
last night was, shouting unnecessarily saucy details over electro tunes that
are loud enough to make you want to dance (or die), but certainly not finish
the job that's in front of you. Well, let me tell you about Lati Ri.
This cute little cafe is hidden inside the lattice-like glass-and-concrete
architecture of Rivington Place,
a publicly-funded gallery dedicated to a culturally diverse run of exhibitions,
screenings and installations. The wifi is free, the coffee strong, and there
are plenty of plugs around (once your hard-working companion runs out of
energy), as well as a frequently changing food menu (once you do). So there, no
more excuses for not getting that work done. Sorry.
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Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Posted By:
Trevor Baker
Photo:
Trevor Baker
Hoxton Square Bar and Kitchen
Many of the best
music venues in London
are old cinemas but this one, on the site of the old Lux Cinema, isn't one of
those grandiose Edwardian palaces. It's a dark place that, since the smoking
ban, smells slightly of vomit. This means that the best place to be is out on
the terrace at the front, with its prime location right on the very cool Hoxton
Square. Inside it's much bigger than it looks with more rooms than seem
possible from outside, and a very large music venue at the back. To fully
appreciate the "kitchen" bit they'd probably have to do something about the
smell but they're getting much better at putting decent bands on with
reasonable sound.
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Thursday, November 13, 2008
Posted By:
Claire Storrow
Photo:
Ed Reeve
Iniva
I had heard good things about the Hew Locke show so I ambled down to Shoreditch one sunny afternoon looking for Rivington Place. Initially I spotted a place called Rivington Gallery. "A-ha! This must be it," I thought, although a mishmash of jewellery and ethnic looking scarves in the window did not look promising. I wandered around the gallery; some ceramics, bits and pieces here and there, a "hello!" called from a back room, nobody else about. I went outside and rang the bell for upstairs thinking perhaps there was a secret entrance. The same man who had greeted me earlier came to the door. "Yeees?" His face was like a Bacon self-portrait, glasses like jam-jars making his eyes swim and morph. "Oh sorry," I said, "I was looking for the Hew Locke show?" He looked past me. "Oh," he said, "It's a few doors down in that hideous building." I've passed Rivington Place many times and not paid it a second thought--except recently as they have a rather nice cafe there too--so anyway, remember, it's Iniva at Rivington Place.
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Thursday, October 23, 2008
Posted By:
Trevor Baker
Photo:
Trevor Baker
Favela Chic
It's quite an achievement to look cool and homely at the same time but Favela Chic manages. It looks like the Parisian/Brazilian founders phoned up a grandmother back home in Rio and got her to give them some advice on making it all cosy. This means warm wooden floors, flouncy Latin curtains and playful mobiles hanging from the ceiling like they're waiting for a giant Brazilian baby to arrive. This means its billing as "the coolest bar in London" isn't as off-putting as it might be. The mixture of Brazilian food and booze and all kinds of vaguely Latin-themed music makes for a great atmosphere even if the drinks are rather more than you'd pay in Rio.
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Monday, October 06, 2008
Posted By:
Jenny Wight
Photo:
Jenny Wight
The Diner
According to recent scientific research, a good blueberry pancake can cause a religious-seeming ecstasy, rolling of the eyeballs and whoops of joy. Of course, this only happens if the pancakes in question are fine specimens; thick and fluffy, graced with golden brown swirls, scattered with the dark blue berries and drenched in sweet maple syrup. I've tasted them. I know. So, who do you blame if you come across a bad BBPC? It was a rainy Sunday and the Norwegian and I had been watching the hilarious Hoxton Grand Prix and doing a graffiti tour around Shoreditch and Brick Lane. Sore footed and hungry we were dazzled by the retro-neon of The Diner on Curtain Road. Ten minutes later in our cute booth, two anemic, damp pancakes looked up at me, each with three (and only three) sorry looking blueberries. Was it my fault? Had I mis-ordered? A breakfast dish at 4 in the afternoon--was that like ordering a korma in a Weatherspoons? The shakes were good, thick and tasty, and all about us seemed to be enjoying their burgers and fries. But these sad items, served with thin, vinegary maple syrup almost made me cry with disappointment. We left with bowed heads.
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Thursday, September 18, 2008
Posted By:
Claire Storrow
Photo:
Claire Storrow
A Child of The Jago
I noticed a new shop on Great Eastern Street some weeks ago, mainly because the name--A Child of The Jago--was so deliciously otherworldly yet perfectly matched to this part of the city. I found time to visit it recently and was richly rewarded. The shop is a "project" of Joseph Corre. I say project because the progeny of Queen Viv and McLaren can afford to do a little experiment to see how the shop evolves and establishes itself without web presence or PR; subversion's is in his blood. This was explained to me by the Deborah Harry-esque Sarah Jane, the hospitable shopkeeper. She gestured to the downstairs, a room of "artefacts" accessed by rickety Dickensian stairs. It is a museum of wonder where history has no boundaries--Teddy Boy jackets from Corre's Terrorist label (designed by Barnzley) vye with original Luftwaffe jackets (this is what Bryan Ferry meant when he perhaps unwisely said of Nazi aesthetics "just amazing. Really beautiful"). There are old copies of Penguin Classics by Kafka and Tennessee Williams, Jimmy Cliff and Jerry Lee Lewis records, vintage barber switchblade knives and trinkets. Counter-culture with intelligence; go now before everyone else does.
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F.Cooke
Pies, Liquor, Eels... British cullinary retardation at its finest.
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Fifteen
Lots of Jamie Oliver. Lots of great, expensive food.
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Rivington Bar and Grill
Emin on the walls, meat in the buns.
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Shish
Great kebabs in surroundings devoid of authenticity.
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The Bean
Decent coffee! It's hard to find, you know.
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The Diner
Door-stopper burgers that should come with health warnings.
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Yelo
Suspiciously quick service, but cheap and tasty so who cares?
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333
The Shoreditch grandfather.
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Cantaloupe
Of course YOU'RE not a corporate whore.
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Cargo
Cavernous, sterile hole with bad sound but good gigs. Natch.
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Charlie Wright's International Bar
Does anyone turn up here sober?
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Club Aquarium
After-hours swimming pool scuzzfest.
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Cocomo
Cocktail bar with cakes, comfy sofas and scrumptious staff.
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East Village
Shoreditch clubbing novice where the DJ is king.
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Electricity Showroom
Shark-infested waters.
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Favela Chic
Caipirinha-lovin’, shabby-chic bar full of clothes-swapping kwaziness.
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Hoxton Square Bar and Kitchen
Snotty bands and doormen. Wear something uber.
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Plastic People
Tiny, pitch black musical adventure.
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Red Lion
Stay forever if you bag the chaise lounge...
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Strongroom Bar
Shoreditch's last stronghold of unpretentiousness?
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Favela Shop
Brazilian bikinis for, er, when the sun shines.
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Good Hood
Like American Apparel before it got shit.
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Sh!
Dildo-tastic! Guys must come (ahem) accompanied by a galpal.
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Hoxton Square
Great in summer. Buy some cans and join the hipsters.
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Village Underground
How did they get the trains up there?
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White Cube
Jay Jopling's homage to modern art
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