Living in Brixton means accepting that you will never again eat a sad desk salad. The world-famous Brixton Market is a maze of culinary chaos where you can get Ethiopian injera, Colombian arepas, and a Jamaican patty that will make you slap your grandmother (don’t actually do that). My personal record is eating four different cuisines in one lunch break—a feat of gluttony I’m weirdly proud of.
Odd fact: The market has a dedicated “fish doctor.” Yes, a person whose entire job is to inspect fish and tell you it’s fresh. I once saw him give a mackerel a very stern look. That fish did not look pleased. If you move here, you’ll become a regular at Franchi’s deli, where the staff will judge your cheese choices with Italian intensity.
