Poor Man About Town

Now get this, I was in Camberwell today. Nipped into Kennedy's - the only indigenous non-ponsified cured meats shop in the land. Kennedy's has an awful lot of history in South East London, they are renowned for their cured meat and pies - meat, fruit and otherwise. Yep, you can go up to these ponsified markets such as the Borough market and buy into the ponsification; but Kennedy's remains true to its customers - 70+ years old. No one younger dares ventures in there. Maybe its the oldy-worldy design of the place along with its ageing clientelle. There are loads of monied idiots who like to shop in Borough Market for this kind of oldy-worldy cockney stuff; Kennedy's is not a place in which one can be seen dead.

What you get in Kennedy's, however, is some quite remarkable food. This is indigenous charcuterie where the bacon is at Knightsbridge prices, trust me, this is true - I paid two quid for four rashers, what I got, however, was lightly cured meat without any water - it was so good, it could be eaten as Parma Ham.

I bought three pork pies - none of the pink gunk that one finds in the manufactured stuff - it was all virtually grey lean meat. I bought a bottle of Frascati to see if it would complement the flavour and wow the wine and the filling just fused really nicely together.

Great stuff.

Fuck off Borough Market, preserve what is old and valuable.

Labels: Food, Lifestyle