Friday, 16 November, 2018
I seem to be having loads of Torino hints in front of me. That’s so odd.
If I were superstitious…
I had bloodwork on Thursday morning. Once upon a time they told us the old doctor’s office would be renovated or built over with a new office but this never happened. The offices are in such a drab old building and the interior isn’t all that much different, but there’s a lot of new technology. Maybe one day they’ll rebuild it. Meanwhile, the phlebotomist is the nice one, and not the mean one, so that’s a very good thing!
Opposite the doctors is an imposing 30s style building[/caption>
My plan after that was to go to a pop up bakery, check out a new mural I’d seen on Instagram, and then meet Krish for lunch.
I didn’t count on being so hungry though. It was almost 11 and I hadn’t had more than a snack around 6am so I decided to pop into Dishoom for some black dhal. Comedy of errors ensued! When I sat down, there was only the breakfast menu and no dhal in sight. I suppose I could have asked if they had some anyway but my courage failed me and I was hungry. I ordered kerjiwal
Two fried eggs on chilli cheese toast.
and a side order of masala beans. It sounded all right and I was looking forward to some spice. I told the server that I couldn’t eat sweet peppers and waited. What I got was some overdone toasted cheese with two average fried eggs and a little thing of ketchup. No spice anywhere. I asked about the beans and was told that they had peppers and someone had forgotten to let me know I wouldnt get them. I wondered if the server had listened when I told him twice that I wanted chilies, just couldn’t eat peppers. Again, my mood wasn’t into it today. I ate it and left.
I wont give up on Dishoom – the servers are really great, and then there’s that black dhal…
After Dishoom, I headed over to Redchurch Street. It was quiet there since I’d chosen to get to the street before lunchtime. I saw two photoshoots going on, a walking tour (graffiti?) and nothing really new in the way of street art. I was heading for the Pump Street Bakery pop up shop at number 67, which I’d read was there for one week, from Eater London. Pump Street is apparently a chocolatier, one of the very few in the UK who make chocolate from the raw bean state right through to chocolate production.
There was a good atmosphere in there, everyone smiling to see the piles of chocolate bars, tins of hot chocolate, cocoa, cocoa nibs, and the like, as well as the bakery counter with all sorts of goodies. I took one eccles cake (they’re famous for them) one brownie, one cookie, and two chocolate bars (one mini) Sourdough and sea salt 66%, Rye crumb, milk & sea salt 60%. All the cakes are gone now, but the chocolate has yet to be put to the taste test.
Next stop, thinking I didn’t have quite enough treats, I visited Beigel Bakery at the top of Brick Lane. I wanted some of their baked cheesecake – always so good! And 90p a slice.
Besides the pop up, I wanted to see the new mural off Bethnal Green Road by Ketones6000, the same one who did the suffragette mural on Old Ford Road.
And so back home!
Olympic House (part of the Simpsons Clothing Factory that employed 3000 people) was built in the 1930s “as an extension to Simpson House (on Stoke Newington Road) and the Somerford Grove extension located next door… The block was converted to residential use in 2005… An additional floor was added and the stair towers extended upwards. Large overtly Art Deco lettering has been applied.”