It’s nice, at the start of the year, feeling that you can do anything. And weirdly the recent slew of celebrity deaths – Postlethwaite, Karn, Rafferty – somehow heightens the feeling. Is it wrong to say that? One thing I often wonder walking through Kentish Town, as dreary and dystopian in January as it gets, …
OK, so the picture makes it look deserted (Mrs Kentishtowner preferring to do her shopping at the crack of dawn) but a vibrant Italian market, which attracted a nice metropolitan mix of locals, descended on Queen’s Crescent on Saturday. Fondling the huge selection of breads, olive oils, cheeses and pastries, several Irish ladies, who had …
There’s nowhere else in the area like it. Some say it’s rundown and depressing, others that it’s unpretentious and one of the last pockets of real London. Go decide for yourself tomorrow (or every Thursday/Saturday), when the street market (one of the oldest in the capital) runs from 9am -3pm. If you arrive from Chalk …
Oh yum. A slither of a bar, with everything you could wish for: roaring fire, stripped boards, pork baps with apple sauce, home-made sausage rolls – and a vinyl-only music policy. Gets a little too busy thanks to Time Out showering it with awards, but still the most charming pub in north London – and …
Never heard of Torriano? Sounds a bit ‘foreign’, doesn’t it. Actually, it’s a bohemian-ish area east of Kentish Town. Poetry and folk nights still take place at the Torriano Meeting House, there’s a nearby vibrant road of independent shops like this one, and a great local boozer, the Torriano (71-73 Torriano avenue) complete with mixed …
