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This incarnation of the Streetfeast London collective is just short dap up from Canada Water station, signs pointing the way as soon as you as you re-emerge into daylight.
The site centres on a large open courtyard, currently with a ‘World of Bamboo’ theme around a statuesque central fire pit. There’s an enclosed trampoline for young diners and a mix of trucks and kiosks outside, and covered stalls within.
A pair of bao from the Yum Bun Bus kicks things off very promisingly- one with fried chicken, the other with pork, the former crisp and speckled with red chillies, the other confit belly and laced with hoisin. At two for £7, it’s a steal.
Fried chicken from Breddo’s Tacos is absolutely superb, the fat rendered from the skin until it’s almost translucent and full of crunch but with still a hint of that luscious fat. The hot sauce packs a serious wallop and the meat is perfectly done; but really it’s all about that skin, and the blue corn tortillas aren’t really needed- this is chicken for tearing apart with greedy fingers and popping into impatient mouths, not for making little parcels. In a sense, it’s just too good to fill tacos: you just need a big plate of this stuff, a free hand to roll back your cuffs, and a snarl to deter any would-be sharers- because this is some of the finest fried chicken I’ve eaten anywhere.
Club Mexicana’s nachos come loaded with the usual suspects- avocado, tomatoes, refried beans- among which pink slices of pickled onion add a sharp-sweet note which is just the ticket.
A trip to Prawnography is a must: anyone who can resist the lure of crab meat French fries is made of sterner stuff than I. The generous scattering of smoked paprika turns it into something almost Spanish.
A single scallop wrapped in bacon is the beautifully salty-smoky-sweet treat itsounds, though it’s a missed opportunity to not offer a skewer of four for a tenner, as I seem to remember them doing last year. That would be a lovely thing.
A USDA short rib from street food veterans Smokestak and their Texas-built 100 square feet, four and a half ton ‘smoke train’ tops off our session and excellent it is, too. Speckled with the sweet heat of pickled red chillies, it’s a beautifully smoke-kissed piece of meat.
That telltale smoke ring is very much on show: it’s a sought-after piece of meat and it shows, the flesh eminently tender and hardly needing a tooth. Indeed, you could pull the entire thing apart with your fingers, if you wanted, with a lengthy enough bone to indulge your most primal fantasies. At £12 it’s expensive for ‘street food’, although I’d do it again. Twice.
This is an accomplished line up with a range of temptations. Hawker House has something for everyone: the fact something of this scale is merely one of so very many street food options in London on the same day, makes me more than a little envious.
Street Feast London
Hawker House
Canada St
SE16 2XU
Friday & Saturday 5pm – 12am
http://streetfeast.com/where/hawker-house
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