Oh Khao San Road, Bangkok. How many times have I wandered down your bonkers strip, waiting for a bus to take me to Laos or Chaing Mai or the beaches in the South. How many times have I peered in the window of a tattoo parlour, panicked and walked away. How many times have I sniggered at the white kids getting corn rows or dreadlocks on your pavements, coo-ed at the stray puppies, admired ladyboys (but not their consorts), wandered round the surrounding alleyways with their Thai boxing dens and street food stalls where I ate phad thai and drank Singha or Beer Chang. Oh the fake Diesel jeans and the silver jewelry and the fisherman’s pants and the slogan t-shirts. How many times did I sleep in the Ghekko Guesthouse for a couple of dollars a night, lying under the broken fan to cool down. How exciting it was to find that secret rooftop pool to get away from the heat and humidity. But how sad I was to go back a couple of years ago and discover that you are now inhabited by drunken 16 year olds from Derby with a penchant for starting fights and peeing publicly. Ho hum.
I have no idea if Kaosan in Brixton is named after the Bangkok street so excuse me for the nostalgia-fest, but ANYWAY, Brixton has always lacked a brilliant dinner venue. Sure there are plenty of decent places – Hive Bar, Upstairs, The Ritzy, Satay Bar, Fujiyama - but nothing to get excited about. And of course for lunch options you’re sorted – Franca Manca, Rosie’s Deli, Wild Caper, Brixton Cornercopia – but the market shuts in the evening. You can always shimmy along Herne Hill way to the Lido Cafe, The Florence and The Prince Regent, but sometimes you just don’t want the walk.
So when Jay Rayner gave a glowing review of the family-run Thai restaurant Kaosan in Brixton, The Chef and I and it seems a huge number of other Brixtonites got terribly excited. And it is utterly brilliant. We went there on Tuesday night and had the most amazing meal. You can sit outside or inside and its BYO so we sat under the stars drinking bottles of Sol and eating deliciously spicy food – the atmosphere is brilliant and it had that holiday feeling which is soooo invaluable when you’re living in London.
The food was consistently excellent too. Tender and juicy pork skewers, delicately battered goong tod (king prawns), crispy gaew tod (prawn and pork filo parcels). And then the mains of gai yang, kow neaw, somtum (chicken in a gorgeous marinade with a spicy peanut salad and sticky rice) and the most delicious deep lamb massaman curry. And all this for £15 each.
We both agreed it was the best Thai meal we’d ever had in London and that (shock!) it was probably even better than most of the meals we’d ever had in Thailand. I’m dying to go back and try the pork ribs and the green and red curries and to bring friends and lots of wine and try pretty much everything else.
We met the owner Noy (Noi?) afterwards who was lovely – he runs it with his wife, neice and daughter, a proper family business, and he really cares about the atmosphere and ingredients and his regulars. He did start talking about the “concept” but I chose to ignore that part. He said if you brought a party along he’d make special bespoke meals for you, and he was an incredibly lovely and happy man.
I am so so thrilled to find a fantastic resto in Brixton so thanks to JR for finding it! Icing on the cake was seeing the big man himself on the way there…


















Tried to find a decent place for a lazy Sunday lunch with my boyfriend today and I think I’ve found my new favourite place. The Rest Is Noise is right on Brixton Road, you know, just by the Poundland store and opposite Foot Locker, not a great location and doesn’t look particularly great from the outside…but inside its very chilled out and funky. Its filled with an eclectic, arty mix of people, a bit more interesting than the usual “pub” crowd in Clapham and places like the Coach and Horses on Acre Lane. No TVs playing sport then, phew. Their roast menu (£8 for one or £12 for two) tells you to “Come in and get comfy on a sofa. Grab a game, a paper and a roast and daydream about winning our brilliant pub quiz tonight“. And that was as relaxed as it felt – very spacious with big old sofas, large wooden tables, and random chairs of different shapes and sizes. It felt like the kind of place you could sit all afternoon slouched on a sofa reading the paper and drinking cider – perfect. I particularly liked the music – everything from reggae, Elvis, Nick Cave, Dusty Springfield, and a rock cover of the Carpenters. As a huge burger fan I liked the menu – interesting salads (chorizo, stilton and baby potatoes), good looking burgers and nice sharing platters. Great decor, from the velvet curtains to the fake family portrait painted on top of the fireplace and cuddly toys stuck to the ceiling. Its probably my new favourite for Sunday lunch in Brixton/Clapham and they also do nights out (check the website) – although I hadn’t heard of anyone playing, oops, it looks like the kind of place that would be great for a weekend night to see a band and have a few drinks.




A wonderfully simple, intimate dining experience. 









