Sunday, 22 November 2015

Review - Wild Caper

As I am too stubborn to move anywhere even remotely inconvenient but everyone else has migrated for the South like a bird or something, it is necessary to cluster engagements to days that I'm not tired and can handle the tube etc. Sunday was one of those days and it was brunch time where we had agreed to go somewhere that didn't make me hate it / me for being me (i.e. probably gentrified but not so much so that it's too much). But the place we met at was all exposed brick and distressed wood and served only blueberry and bacon. It all had a bit of a let it Happn vibe to it, which, now I remember is probably because it was known to me through a friend who's a semi-prolific online dater. An alternative suggestion was Duck Egg Cafe which I've enjoyed before but maybe we didn't want eggs enough because it was proving as elusive as the room of requirement and we ended up walking up and down the same stretch of Coldharbour Lane as if it was some weird version of Groundhog Day where we were brunch addicted loons desperately seeking sourdough. So we thought to walk into the market and sadly Salon was fully booked so we ended up in Wild Caper. (Great name and great word.) I thought the meze could work and had my eyes set on the cous cous salad. I felt  deflated as I was told they weren't doing that menu and immediately wary like their jack of all trades, master of none vibe with menu swinging between brunch and meze. 

Anyway, I ended up with waffles with maple syrup and bacon. They were fine but it felt like I'd been to this very place and eaten this exact meal hundreds of time before. I know it's hardly One Day In The Life Of Ivan Denisovitch and complaining that the yuppie brunches have become too homogenised is a champagne problem of the first degree. But seriously, if you're going to be a food place in London TRY A BIT HARDER. The waffles were crisp and both literally and figuratively vanilla, the bacon crispy, the sausage split in the middle in seemingly the exact same spot as every other Old Spot Gloucester sausage I've had. It was fine, probably even good. But if you're already supplied in Mediterranean ingredients, maybe offer something a bit different to everywhere else doing brunch in Brixton market. Or at the very least, don't say something comes on sourdough when it doesn't - JUST CALL IT BREAD. 

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