"We’d still be into this Brixton spot’s smoky jerk chicken and the creamy kick of the coconut prawns even if it was pissing it down, snowing, or the sky was doing that whole misery, sorrow, and sadness thing. But the experience of sitting out on one of their pop colour benches in the sunshine? Unbeatable. The market has that summer soundtrack of people suggesting pints in the park and Radio 1 blasting from car windows, the mandatory portion of zingy coleslaw will cool you down, and the sticky pineapple and mango chutney that comes with the reggae wings somehow tastes even sweeter. Get the rum punch too, obviously. " - Heidi Lauth Beasley, Jake Oliver, Rianne Shlebak
@TheInfatuation
