We all know the British love their tea. With the rise of the Starbucks era you might feel the age old tradition of tea time fading. At least visually speaking. As you scan the street landscape you’re more apt to find a coffee shop than a tea shop. Don’t get me wrong, you can still grab a wonderful cup of tea at any corner shop in London, just follow the builders. The difference is in how you enjoy that cup of tea. Sitting in a Cafe Nero or a Costa Coffee provides that quiet, comfortable and relaxed atmosphere “tea time” used to include. The problem is that these shops are strongly centered around coffee. From what’s in your cup to the same named cake available under the glass counter, it seems like tea is fitting in less and less with our go-go-go world. From a visitors perspective, one of the MUST DO’s when in Britain is to properly enjoy a proper cup of tea. (Take note of that double “proper”) I hunted for this but with no luck. Then I stumbled into the quintessential tea experience in the last place I ever thought possible.

Camden Market was high on the list of my hotspots after having been to London many times but never quite making it to this famous spot. My wife, and standard companion to all things travel and food, had been to the market before but not for a decade therefore she shared my same excitement as we raced out of the tube stop. The market consists of a number of adjoining large retail markets in Camden Town near the Hampstead Road Lock of the Regent’s Canal. The largest part of the market occupies old stables located in the former Pickfords stables and horse hospital which served the horses pulling Pickford’s distribution vans and barges along the canal. Pickford’s itself is an interesting an historical story. The company has been evolving since 1642. Each shop is set in large arches or railway viaducts. The stables create a multi-floor labyrinth of crafts, clothing, bric-a-brac, and housewares for visitors to explore and in most cases get lost.

As we turned a corner deep in the bowles of the stables I saw a perfectly primped tea oasis crammed amidst the porcelain shop and the old valise vendor. My wife went ballistic as her nostalgia, little girl, sweet tooth and tea fetish meters redlined. She b-lined it into the horse stall to order the, at long last, perfect cup of tea along with a sweet tea cake. We were served our tea and cake moments later by a young, dare I say British hipster, who was full of pleasantries and calm. We sat, sipped and snacked at a small table just outside the stall. Many of the shops wares spill outside the stalls both for advertising purposes and lack of space. The tea shop was no exception. The effect was that all the shops have a connection to each other. As we sat in our mismatched rickety chairs we felt enveloped in the scene. The boundaries between the tea shop, the adjacent stalls and us somehow seamed non-existant. The wonder of the market is that you can be totally lost yet feel safely found at the same time.

As we finished our tea my wife went up to our new friends and inquired about the lovely tea sets they used to serve their guests. A few minutes later she came back with an inked up napkin and a story. Of course the tea sets were purchased at a stall in the market. I’d imagine most of the proprietors don’t need to leave the stables to operate their business’ with so many different types of vendors all so near. Taking a closer look at the napkin I realized the tea shop owner had drawn a rudimentary map leading us from his shop to the tea set stall three floors above. Finishing up our last drops of tea we mustered up the courage to begin yet another journey into the labyrinth that is Camden Market.

For more information about the secret tea shop read this or visit their facebook page.

My friend and west coast supperclub counterpart have long talked about a supperclub collaboration. Until last week the closest we’ve come were a few test dinners and email exchanges over potential menu items. That all changed last Thursday night in a secret kitchen in North Beach San Francisco.

In another cross over between my food world and marketing world Ben and I served a twelve course meal for a table of sixteen marketing executives from some of the greatest companies in the world. To share the food-marketing story love I decided to post the full story over on the Manifold blog this time. Take a look.

We hope everyone had a great Easter and wonderful passover. We spared the lambs this year and went straight beef. Glorious, thick, fat laced, aged, Ottomanelli’s beef to be exact. Who needs easter egg hunts when you have this?

As a quick follow up to a post about my love of less options and simply designed generic products, Marks + Spencers of London has a nice approach. Not as clean as Canada’s Loblaw’s and certainly not hitting the Pathmark NO FRILLS circa 1978 gold standard but commendable.

A more modern design style with a bit more color and imagery used but it still has a clean and very direct communication of the product. In may cases the ingredients are treated with the same necessity to communicate quickly and strongly. Below is a show and tell on a few of my favorite products.

You can’t go to London without having some Indian food. It’s so synonymous with British cuisine that it’s referred to as, well…British cuisine. On this trip I hit two semi-famous local spots. They were drastically different in ever way; location, ambiance, food and price. I’m going to take them one by one to breakdown the tasty and terrible but know now they are both outstanding in their own way.

Tayyabs (below picture)

A tube ride out to the East End dumped us on a street packed with fried chicken joints and threading shops. It was friday night and the block was bumping. The sidewalks were filled with street vendors, groups of Indian and Pakistani guys just hanging out, extended families in their traditional garb shuffling through the aforementioned obstacles trying to get home. After a few blocks on the main street a left and a quick right slipped me into an alley that was the oppositte of the street that I had just manipulated. Quiet and uncrowded Fieldgate Street wound around a long curve to reveal the small sign indicating Tayyabs’ entrance. Once inside the hustle and bustle kicked up again. The que (read line) wrapped through half the restaurant. People and tables were crammed in ever crevise of the space. The tables were all filled, crammed actually, with more people than you’d expect at each one. Smoking plates of food crowned the tables with large bottles of beer circling the center attraction. The patrons were loud, rambunctious and what we would later come to realize, drunk. This is a good time to mention that Tayyabs is a BYOB establishment. This makes the beverage store adjacent to the restaurant a very happy, lucrative business. My NYer radar sensed that the owners have a stake in both the restaurant and the shop. Smart.

The que moved quickly and before I new it I was seated at a two top in the upstairs dining room. A more rowdy and more crowded version of the one downstairs. To my left was a table of twenty that were in full tilt stagg party mode. In front of me a table of eight co-workers, which became twelve rather quickly, celebrated ending of another week of the daily grind. To my right were the stairs I came up which now doubled as the food delivery highway. Plates of fragrant sizzling meat on skewers running out of the kitchen below to hungry guests. The ordering was simple although you could get lost in the menu for a good thirty minutes. I settled on kahari gosh, onion pekoras and tandoori lamb and chicken. Kahari is one of the things Tayyabs is famous for. According to them kahari is associated with a deep cooking pot that is used throughout traditional cooking in Pakistan, each dish is simmered and prepared using traditional methods that have been handed down across generations. According to me it’s damn good and an absolute must if you visit.

Making quick work of the courses as they dropped one after another on my table and having forgotten to stop at the shop next door for my beer I made a quick and smooth exit. I made it out the front door just in time to witness a twenty on one street fight which had me head in the opposite direction for fear of getting tied up in the mix of some east end brawl. Plus, I was digesting. I popped back out on the main drag and headed to the tube stop. Tayyabs was physically far away but my belly as well as ever fiber of clothing I wore would remind me all night of the delicious food and crazy ambiance Tayyabs has to offer. If their is one critique it is for them to invest in a new ventilation system. You clothes will smell of tandoor for a week, I promise.

Moti Mahal (above picture)

Literally it translates to fatso palace. How can you go wrong you say? You can’t, but this place isn’t what you’d think using the english translation as your guide. Moti Mahal is just off Covent Garden, aguably one of the most posh and touristed places in all of London proper. I truely didn’t think I would wind up there but not for the reasons I just mentioned. It’s extremely expensive. With all the great Indian food available in London I thought spending a lot money on a good Indian meal was pretty stupid. As it turns out this was worth every pence. Easily in the top 5 Indian meals of my life, Moti began and ended the night with elegance. Escorting us to their downstairs dining room, the maitre D walked us passed the kitchen window and slipped through the ultra modern white walls seating us at a semi circle leather booth in the back corner of the room. Moments after settling in we were presented with a large platter of fresh uncut vegetables, a sharp knife, a small bottle of oil and two miniature clay bowls. In the bowls were raw spices that were to be crushed and sprinkled on the vegetables and our meal.  I love small, unique details like this. I feel it is these touches that make experiences memorable.

After a good, long look at the menu I ordered their signature kebab dish, some chicken tikka masala, lamb biriyani and an eggplant dish. The kebabs were up first and came with an elaborate skewered presentation. The finale was our waiter removing them from their sticks and preparing us each a taste. The chicken gave me flash backs to India. One of the most delicious and amazing tastes of my life was the first time I had chicken in India. The texture of the meat was so tender I had to ask if it was really chicken. These kebabs had that same texture. Moist, flavorful and soft each bite was more delicious than the next. The eggplant arrived in rounds of skin which was a nice reprieve from the normal baingan bartha presentation found far and wide. Neatly placed on the dish were also two chutneys that paired well with the eggplant. One sweet and one a bit more savory with a tomato base. By the time our mains arrived we were nearly stuffed but we persevered. The biriyani presentation was beautiful and the taste was really nice but the tikka masala stole the show. The chicken had that same tenderness and with the silky masala sauce over top the combination sent my taste buds into ghee heaven. The night concluded with an overstuffed stomach wandering out into the misty Covent Garden and slowly savoring the experience that had just wowwed.

Tandoori plate at Tayyabs

Between these two restaurants you can’t really go wrong. I am sure there are 100 more places that can delight just the same. If you’re in London soon and you are looking to experience the full spectrum of Indian food I suggest you follow my taste buds and see what you think for yourself. Just remember to bring your big wallet and a fist depending on which part of town you visit.

Kebabs and eggplant at Moti Mahal

Spice and vegetable platter at Moti Mahal. 

Utensil rest at Moti Mahal. Another nice touch to the experience.

Most of you, I am sure, are familiar with the English pub. After this past weekend’s alcoholic debauchery in green t-shirts, face stickers and tights I’m sure some of you are wishing you were not as familiar as you are. I realize Irish Pub’s and English Pub’s are different. I am not a fool. With this context in mind, American’s idea of a pub doesn’t really have clear distinction between the two. Of course, there is a big difference. For me to explain that I’d need to visit Ireland or chat with my buddy @Mulls on the nuances. For this post “The Pub”, in general, is what’s in discussion. Irish or English need not matter. @Mulls once told me that each family has a pub where they all gather for weddings, funerals and, yes celebrating saints. Much like the Italian dining rom table, the pub is like an extended living room. Adults, kids and friends are all welcome any day, any time.

I recently visited with my British pal Patrick who’s childhood buddy was also on Holiday at his house. As boys will do, we got talking about the good old days and their trials and tribulations in England. It was suggested, not by myself, that drinking was becoming an epidemic in England. Each weekend ending with trashed public property and littered streets not to mention the run on suchers and butterfly bandages at the local ER. Neither of them could pin point why this behavior has evolved to be the norm but they both agreed it has become a problem both for the general public and for the individuals personal health. The point to all this is, there is more to do in a pub than get belligerently drunk.

On my recent jaunt in London I popped into a lovely pub on the border of Knotting Hill for a snack, not to get pissed. The food was some of the best I had in all of London. It was simple, British, classic and fresh. I think pubs sometimes get pegged by American’s as only drinking holes which means, when abroad, they miss a whole part of the pub experience.  I ordered the haddock, pictured at top, and chips. It was super fresh fish fried in clean oil which created the perfect crust. The above bangers and mash were also freshly stuffed and fried. My guess, they were cooked in separate oil since there was no fish bits or taste to the dish. A true sign of the publican caring as much about the grub as they do about the beer. The bangers sat on a fluffy and unusually light bed of mashed potatoes (read: mash) that helped keep the gravy at bay until I was ready to mix the three items on each bite. Of course I indulged in a few pints of dark, room temperature, cask ale to wash down these delights. With moderation.

It made me wonder if I could find a pub here in New York that takes as much pride in their food as they do in their beer. So often do these spots get overlooked. Our blossoming gastropub scene does a great job of solving this mystery but those are not the establishments I am talking about. I want to find a true pub that serves excellent food. Or at least try. Look for a follow up story soon as I explore NYC in hopes of finding an understated watering hole that serves better burgers than the Minetta Tavern or a slow roasted meat that has April Bloomfield begging for the address.

The Canadian is having a France fetish this year. She recently dug into David Lebowitz book “The Sweet Life in Paris”, which she loved. It inspired a test kitchen experiment that began with this chocolate delight pulled from the pages of his book. It ended with some mini cake experiments, molten chocolate and tickets to Paris held on Kayak. All in an evenings work. Look for it on a Forking Tasty Supper menu soon.

If there’s one place you have to visit when in London it’s Borough Market. Yes, it’s a little touristy. Yes, It can be crowded. Despite these negatives the culinary wonders that can be seen, smelt and tasted far outweigh the annoyances. I’ve been here before. You may remember. This time it was all about a traveling snack. Having just walked from Tower Bridge and heading to Knotting Hill, I needed a tie-me-over for this uber London crossing.

Pocket snacks have been around for a long time. To credit the origins we must thank Cornwall, Great Britain. The spread of this brilliant idea came from Cornish Minors and their need to have a hot pocket snack with them deep in the mine for lunch. As they travelled the world to mine different lands the Beef pastie, what you see above, became filled with local ingredients. Most known now is the empanada and the Jamaican beef patty.

The english make amazing meat pies, which is a whole different post from this trip, but I needed something that could travel. Meat pie ingredients in pocket form was just the thing to keep the momentum and fill my empty stomach. Believe me it was hard to pass up the bangers, pies, sausage rolls and Maria’s famous bubble and squeak bap but my choice won on functionality. Delicious and fresh in it’s own right the potato, cabbage and beef filling gave my stomach something to focus on for the next 2 hours until I reached a suitable Knotting Hill pub.

Entrance to the market.

Maria’s delicious and famous stand in Borough Market.

Butcher in Borough Market.

Pie stand.

Award winning pie stand. This is where my pocket came from.

Last Saturday Anthony and I were privileged to be invited, for our third year, to the annual Best Wings in Brooklyn competition hosted at Red Star Bar. This year we took a different approach. We decided to get a little clever with how we showed you each wing we are about to critique. We wanted to give them all an equal chance to shine and to do that we needed to devise a way to put all the contestants on a level playing field. We thought our skewer idea was a pretty cool way to achieve this goal plus, it allowed us to create the awesome frankenwing lead image above.

The contestants were back in force this year with a few newcomers in the mix. As usual, the line extended all the way down Greenpoint Ave. curving around the corner to Franklin at moments. That’s a long block and with the addition of some big boy wind gusts the wing loving line stood strong (500 deep at least) to get a FREE taste of Brooklyn’s best.

We thankfully tackled the competition and avoided the wind pre-doors allowing us a less crowded Red Star to chat, taste and shoot these luscious flappers. So without further preamble here are the contenders, our thoughts and, at the end, a video revealing our favorites.

Mulholland’s

Ant: This wing was good and I kind of wish I had another wing to give it a fare chance. This was a dry rub wing that had a great crunch to it when you bit into it. The flavor was good but they come in 4th for the day.

J.: A pretty wing. One with a solid crust but had that odd breaded texture. Not that that’s bad but it pulls it a bit away from the pure Buffalo style.

Lonestar Sports Bar and Grill

Ant: This is a mix of a BBQ and Chipolte Wing. These are really tasty, very meaty, and have good crunch. They are a close 3rd for me this year.

J.: Ant summed it up well, the hot and sweet mix arrested your tongue in a very unique way causing a delightful confusion.

Red Star Bar

Ant: The Rasberry Wings at Red Star Bar are fantastic. Last year they had me at first bit. They have it all, great sauce, big meat, good crunch.

J.: One of last year’s favorites and a neighborhood staple. The raspberry sauce is always a nice surprise. Loving classic Buffalo style can be a curse for me BUT I appreciate a wing that plays on the original. A sweet raspberry sauce instead of a butter and red hot is a nice twist. I always love Red Star’s name sake.

The Bean Post

Ant: Love this Wing. The Bayou Wing is a little spicy, big meat and made in southern confort. They get me every year. The flavors they make their wings with bring a different type of wing to this challenge. I know I’m getting a good wing at Bean Post

J.: Meaty! Moist! Booze! Need I say more. Ohh, but I will. Bean Post came back this year with a SoCo wing. This is again a play on the classic Buffalo but with a great twist on the sauce. If there is a wing in this competition I could eat weekly, it would be this one. Get to Bay Ridge immediately!

Life Cafe

Ant: Life Cafe didn’t tell us much about the wing other than it was a brewed buffalo wing. It was ok for me. There really was no flare to the wing for me unlike some of the other shops.

J.: Last year’s big winner was not that successful for me either. Priding themselves on their sauce, which is amazing, it didn’t set them apart enough or nail the classic Buffalo. I think the goal in a competition like this is to make the BEST classic wing or twist it up enough that Buffalo doesn’t even enter your mind.

Bonnie’s Grill

Ant: I wish Bonnie’s grill had stepped it up a bit. They brought your classic medium and hot wing. Good wings with that classic taste.

J.: Ant hit it on the head. My suggestion. Change nothing except the chicken you use. Go BIGGER and BETTER. You’ll own us next year.

Brooklyn Wings

Ant: The Brooklyn Wing Lady’s were fun to be around and their wings were tasty. This was an Asian fusion wing with some good flavors on an average size wing. I liked the glaze and the color of the wing. Two of the Lady’s were from Panama and would not give up any secret ingredients. We tried to pry it out of them but they wouldn’t give it up.

J.: This wing did jump out as different and has a good story. Story helps believe it or not but I found them a touch dry and left wanting more of the unique flavors. Some flavors were just a hint and I had to work too hard to find them all.

Super Wings

Ant: The ginger buff that won the compitition the 1st year made it back for the 3rd year. They are always a good combo of great sauce, good spice and flavor. They also brought a Pinapple Jerk which was a bit spicy as well. I liked the cook of the wing but I need more sauce to win me over.

J.: I disagree with Ant on this one. I liked the lack of sauce on the pineapple jerk. Part of a great carribean dish is mixing hot spice with sweet fruit and this wing succeeded in doing that perfectly.

So…What’s the best?

The Judges Fav

Our lovely judges panel centered by my good friend Liza chose Super Wings as this years grand champion. That’s two out of three for the Crown Heights crew. The crowd favorite was Red Star’s Raspberry wing. Not a bad thing for our hosts. Nice work Eric and crew.

Our Fav

For those without video viewing ability, we both hands down deemed The Bean Post the winner this year. Now get off dial up and order some broadband.

The name of this place always sounds like you’d walk into a velvet draped boudoir riddled with oil rubbed fry men being fanned by veiled mermaids. My over active imagination aside, any trip to Londontown without a stop at this bare bones chip shop is a failure as far as I am concerned. I hit it on the very last day of the trip during a long walk back to the hotel to grab my bags and head to Heathrow. Despite it being a bit dated and factory fry I enjoyed my cod and fries immensely. This was the last stop in what had been quite the afternoon eating adventure. Among my other stops in this final munch march were a cornicopia of London staples.

Here’s the play by play of my last afternoon working backwards from the Delight.

Alen’s Fish & Chips

Curry chips was on my list since wheels down three days prior. Believe it or not, it almost evaded me, but just a few blocks before the Fryer’s Delight I popped into an even bigger dive. Alen’s was my curry chips hero, it was horrible but necessary.

The Bleeding Heart Tavern

My final cask ale. This one came with a high alcohol content warning. Mmmmm.

Final Pudding also at the Bleeding Heart which was an upscale feeling standard looking spot in the diamond district.

Mother Mash

The whole gastro walk home started here just behind Regent st.e between Piccadilly and Oxford Circus. Found in my pre-trip planning, this sausage and potato chain turned out some good bangers with a fun vibe. The menu is split into three steps. Choose your sausage then your mash and then your sauce. I choose Cumberland sausage, onion gravy and colcannon mash. Holy mother mash!