‘Victoria Park Village’ is the bourgeois name given to an area of London where the residents would rather move to another planet than be associated with the borough of Hackney. But, amongst the quaint cafés selling artisan loaves that require a re-mortgage, lies a Mexican gem that I can’t get enough of.
It’s a really tiny venue and at weekends you can struggle to get in, but it’s worth the wait. I learned, when I lived nearby, that people will queue for hours for a burrito the size of your head. Pork’s my favourite, washed down with a Cerveza del Pacifico, but don’t miss the beef, mushroom or chicken options either. The best bit is it’s authentic; the chef is Mexican, so you won’t get any of that Old El Paso-style junk that you get in central London chains.
The cocktails are brilliant also. On a weeknight I quite like just sitting at the bar with some nachos and working my way through the cocktail menu until I can’t remember what my own name is.
Either way, I’ve never left disappointed. Or sober.