Miss Bun can’t be having fun stuck in the corner of what seems to be the smallest restaurant space on the planet. A sink to her left, a small portable electric cooker in front of her – one pot with boiling water, the other a frying pan. Add in a fridge and warming oven down the side of the room, a small bench for taking orders and holding chopsticks/napkins. Bench seating around the front window and side of cooking area, with just enough space to squeeze in six stools. Welcome to Miss Bun in Kentish Town (NW5).
After a day amongst the mass market ‘Made in China’ jubilee paraphernalia of Oxford Street, it’s nice to step back in time to how things really were when the Queen came to the throne. We are of course referring to Elldrew’s favourite little shop in the world – and sit down because this is not some chic Italian designer or a Parisian Couture house (although subject to a recent Vogue magazine shoot) – but Blustons on Kentish Town High Street.
Hurricanes Hardly Ever Happen!
But apparently at Kentish Town tube station you’re advised to ‘Hang on to your Hats’. A small thing we know but something to put a smile on your face before being packed into a tin tube, like a sardine, for that ritual morning commute in London…already dreading the Olympic tourist crush!