"Approaching Ewarts is an always-happy sensory overload. There’s the perma-throb of reggaeton and dub coming from different corners of Gillett Square, the roll of skateboards on concrete, the crack of tinnies being opened, and then the smell of Ewarts’ smoking jerk drum. This is east London’s most legit jerk chicken. It’s rubbed dry, cooked fresh, and has that smokiness and crisp char that can’t be replicated. In fact, with everything else thrown in, this is east London’s best cookout experience." - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing, rianne shlebak, sinead cranna
Aleksandra Boruch
