Why go there?
Proper music, proper food and a proper windmill.
What’s the vibe?
Loud and fun. Brixton’s history lies with the Windrush generation – those West Indian workers who settled around the labour exchange on Coldharbour Lane in the ’40s and ’50s. In the present,places like la-di-da wine bar Champagne & Fromage have brought anti-‘yuppy’ protests, alongside well-aged camembert.
What’s that smell?
Popcorn! Make it past the touts and preachers outside the Underground station and there’s a stall selling it in the Reliance Arcade.
Any celebs about?
It’s been a while since David Bowie’s been spotted browsing the make-up aisles in Morley’s department store, but there is a James Cochran mural outside, commemorating the area’s most famous son. (Sorry John Major, you were a close second).
How about a local delicacy?
You’re in luck. Brixton Village market is the place for twentysomething cheapskates to drink, dine and pretend it’s warm enough to sit outside when it’s clearly not. Give any local half a chance and they’ll rave about the sourdough pizza at Franco Manca , the blazing hot curries at Elephant, the yummy dumplings at Mama Lan and the Eritrean staples at Asmara.
Where can I have a sit down?
Brockwell Park, which has everything you need. Including a tiny train on a very short track? Yes, a tiny train: we know it’s a deal breaker.
If I only do one thing…
See a film at the lovely Ritzy, enjoy its endearingly unrefined nods to the spirit of immersive’ cinema (eg wrapping the entrance in tinfoil for ‘Gravity’). Bless ’em.
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