Brace yourself, we’re only heading to the Kingsland Road strip.
Why go there?
Because you’re young, dumb and full of fun. Since Shoreditch became Essex, Dalston has become Shoreditch. There’s no finer place for a night on the razz.
What does it look like?
The main drag of Kingsland Road, with its many pound shops and boozeries, has the kind of looks only a mother could love. If it’s an Instagram-able backdrop you’re after, head to the side streets – the villagey stretch of Shacklewell Lane, and the Victorian terraces running eastward from it. Or wander up Stoke Newington Road, where a new café seems to spring up every week.
What’s that smell?
London’s best Turkish grills, and a bit of mystery meat at Ridley Road market.
Any celebs about?
You could set your watch by Gilbert & George, who hit classy kebab joint Mangal II on Stoke Newington Road for dinner every evening without fail. If you lurk around Kingsland High Street’s murky nightspot Alibi late enough, you might see Harry Styles and Nick Grimshaw. Consider that a warning.
How about a local delicacy?
Floyd’s on Shacklewell Lane is a cheap and cheerful local with easy on the eye bar staff. If you fancy a bit of fancy, go for the huge Sunday roast at Arcola Street’s Jones & Sons, or for something weirdly ‘Wicker Man’-ish hit the Hand of Glory on Amhurst Road for olde English grub.
Now I need a drink.
If you can’t find one here, you’re just not looking. There’s Bardens, Birthdays and Ruby’s on the Kingsland Road strip, while Dalston Superstore is a gay-ish nightspot that’s fun for all. If it’s late, and it’s Sunday, and you’re still thirsty, Ridley Road Market Bar is riotous, with cheap cocktails and lots of bad dancing.
Where’s the party at?
Party Party, of course: a reliably ridiculous Ridley Road fancy-dress store.
Where can I have a nice sit down?
The 242 bus outta here. Seating’s cheating.
And if I only do one thing?
Get £5 membership to Dalston Roof Park for free cinema screenings throughout summer, as well as gigs and general rooftop drinking festivities with crunchy faux grass underfoot.
By Katie Dailey, who can think of no better place to pass the time than the wig department of Pak Cosmetics.
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