The grass really is greener...
I remember the first time I fantasised about food. I had tried oysters for the first time at The Witchery in Edinburgh's Old Town - served on a bed of crushed ice with Tabasco, lemon and accompanied by champagne (obviously). For days after, all I could think about was swallowing those oysters - the flavour, the coldness, the sensation - I was salivating over the idea of the slimy f**kers like a half-starved sea witch. No wonder they are celebrated as the King of aphrodisiacs - I was thinking about them more than my own boyfriend... (If you've stopped reading for fear I may be a crazed shellfish-ophile - I swear I'm going somewhere with this.)
I can thankfully confirm that my sexualising-of-seafood days are behind me - and since then, nothing has roused one's salivary glands in quite the same manner. That is, until I took a walk on the wild side. And by 'wild side' I mean Station Road, Brixton. You'll have heard a plethora of my rantings and ravings about Pop Brixton by now - but they are not unwarranted. One of it's most recent tenants is Other Side Fried Chicken - twice fried buttermilk chicken, drenched in ranch, honey butter and hot sauce and sandwiched between two glossy halves of potato bun - as the guys at OSFC say, its "dirty done proper". OSFC is the lovechild of Brixton boys Matt and Tommy, who honed their craft by trading out of the back of a converted ambulance at renowned street food markets across London, before returning home to the borough that does fried chicken better than anywhere else - Brixton!
I can't actually begin to describe how good this burger is. Man got a solid 4.9. (If you don't get the reference, click here.) A dreadlocked youth behind the counter recommended I try the Buffalo Chicken Burger, which I ordered with a side of 'dirty' fries and a beer. It was a rainy day, so rather than doing my usual rounds (I like to pop off to Make-Do-and-Mend Vintage while my food is being prepared), I elected to remain at the OSFC kiosk, and consequently witnessed the labour of love that goes into the making of one of these beautiful burgers. Disclaimer: they really do fry it twice!
Albeit a little messy to eat, it was hands-down one of the best things I have ever shoved down my gullet, and for days - no, WEEKS after, all I could think of was that hot sauce and ranch running down my chin as I tore into the succulent chicken breast.....and as things are getting alarmingly sexual again, I will bring this article to a close!
If it is comfort food which you seek (or, like me, food porn) then hit up Other Side Fried and try one of these bangin' burgers! There is a quote I love from Kathryn Stockett's 'The Help', which is as simple and mighty as the food it alludes to: "Fried chicken just tend to make you feel better about life." It sure as hell does!
Pengest munch in London.