14 October 2013

Spit Jacks

After a long night dancing at Shake Yer Dix the night before, when the obligatory cold can of Coke just won't cut it, the best way to recuperate all the energy is a massive breakfast. We decided to give our go-to (Stories) a day off and instead ambled, in the miserable rain, to Victoria Park Village. On the edge of London's second biggest park, the Village is packed full of pubs, restaurants and bars - including The Ginger Pig butchers, The Fish House, The Empress and Bottle Apostle - and plenty of choice. We decided to give Spit Jacks a try. And we weren't disappointed.

Right on the cusp of breakfast, lunch and brunch, we were shown to our table underneath a feature wall of mounted antlers and stripped back lighting. We ordered breakfast tea (the best cure for any hangover, apart from a Bloody Mary, of course) before poring over the Latin American/English crossover menu. With brunch served from 10am-3pm, we were in good company - no one does a double take when you order the hand cut fries, or order an extra sausage. A and T went for the chorizo sausage, aforementioned fries and refried beans while J and I had a Full English each (two eggs, two sausages, mushrooms, bacon, hash brown, tomatoes and beans) at the handsome price of £6.50. 

The service was sweet, the portions mountainous and the prices admirable. With tabasco served alongside the tomato ketchup, this was a nice way to switch things up a little. We didn't catch sight of the lunch menu but the specials sounded tempting (risotto with goat's cheese and butternut squash, anyone?) and the next table's desserts of churros and cheesecake looked to die for. 

A great little place to stumble upon, Spit Jack's gets three out of five.

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