I have no idea why I haven’t posted about Brixton Village Grill before - I eat there about once a month. It’s the closest I’ve got to being a “regular” anywhere. Apart from that period of time when my boyfriend was staying in a house 30 seconds from FM Mangal. Oh that got unhealthy.
It’s a simple menu - a variety of meat and fish, covered in piri-piri marinades, served with chips, rice or salad. But of course (the clue’s in the name), everything is grilled to just-charred, juicy, crispy perfection.
(On a side note, I’ve realised I say juicy and crispy a lot. Like a lot a lot. But I can’t help it. That’s just the kind of food I’m drawn to. And there’s only so many ways to describe it. So it’s juicy and crispy, OK?)
Getting the prawns as a starter is an absolute imperative. You’ll need to eat with your hands, but it’s so worth the mess, you don’t even need to consider it. These prawns provided the inspiration for my piri-piri prawn and chorizo salad, which was great, but I don’t know the secret to their fantastic marinade. And obviously everything’s better cooked on a stick over a grill.
My choice of main used to be the half spring chicken, which was HUGE, and I’d eat it all. Breast first, then wing, then leg, then general carcass-ravaging. But on my most recent visit, they’d taken it off the menu. I was distraught. But pulled myself together and ordered some monster ribs instead. I guess it’s not good to get stuck in a rut anyway. And yes, they were juicy and crispy. And salty, and a little spicy, and so moreish that I overate considerably (these are some caveman-sized chunks of animal here). But again, worth it.
Do I really need to tell you how great the lamb chops are? Come on.
You might be thinking, those chips look a little standard, whatever. But you’d be thinking wrong. These are the best damn chips I’ve had anywhere. Better even than Honest Burger’s triple-fried rosemary salted chips. And such a beautifully generous portion! Crispy, not greasy, real potatoey goodness. They make me happy.
I recommend paying the Grill a visit when you’re hungover, so hungry you could eat a cow, but also a little unsure of what your delicate stomach can handle. It’ll make you feel goooood. But don’t let that advice restrict you, it’s bloody great any day of the week. And of course, the service is lovely.