deep fried banana skins brixton

so we made a little foray into brixton over the weekend past. after hearing rave reviews from in-the-know friends, we were inclined to get a piece of the ethnic action for ourselves. funnily enough, i told the mister that if we weren't going to the carribean this summer, then brixton and her deep fried banana skins (!!!) were as close as we could get to azure waters and island living.

i am a tiny bit ashamed to admit that brixton sort of scared me. it was downright weird to be the only girl walking around without a headscarf. but the village itself was gentrified, and, dare i say, about the only part of brixton that we saw anglosaxons in. hmm. thoughts on segregation? while i do think that london is a melting pot of cultures and more often than not you don't hear english being spoken in the streets, there are still these invisible lines and minority and majority are sometimes all too clearly demarcated.

but food! oh food! the wonderous entity that binds regardless of race or religion (now i'm starting to sound like the singapore pledge!) we were oh-so-fortunate to be able to bounce from federation coffee with its divine cappucino cake to honest burger followed in quick succession by a bite of beijing with peanut noodles.