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Where to Eat in London's Borough and Bermondsey: The Foodie Mile

A stall-by-stall, arch-by-arch route for where to eat in Borough and Bermondsey, London — from the famous market to the railway-arch restaurants south of the river.

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If you’ve been Googling where to eat in Borough and Bermondsey, London, you’ve seen the same five stalls recommended on every site, and I’m here to tell you they’re mostly right and also that you’re doing the route backwards. Most people show up at Borough Market starving, eat one thing, get crushed by the crowd, and leave. Don’t be most people.

I’ve walked this mile — and it really is roughly a mile, market to Maltby Street — more Saturdays than I can count, usually with whoever I could drag out of bed. Here’s how I’d actually spend it.

Borough Market is the granddaddy and it earns the hype, but it’s a victim of it too. By midday on a weekend it’s shoulder-to-shoulder and you’ll spend more time shuffling than chewing. Get there by ten, half ten at the latest.

Go straight for Kappacasein’s toasted cheese — Ogleshield, Comté, onion, on Poilâne bread, griddled till the edges go lacy. It’s about a tenner and worth every bit. Then a coffee from Monmouth (yes the queue, yes still worth it). Grab a scotch egg from one of the butchers and eat it standing up like a civilised person. Don’t fill up. We’re moving.

Here’s the bit the guides bury: the best eating isn’t IN Borough Market, it’s the wander east toward Bermondsey. Cut down toward Bermondsey Street, which is one of those rare London streets that’s pretty without being precious. There’s José, a tiny standing tapas bar from Jose Pizarro that does the best pan con tomate I’ve had outside Spain, and you’ll have to elbow in but do it. Pluck a sherry. Embrace it.

Keep going and you hit the arches. London’s railway arches are the city’s secret restaurant real estate — cheap-ish rent, brick, a roar of trains overhead — and Bermondsey has loads of them.

Maltby Street Market is what Borough was probably like twenty years ago: smaller, scruffier, run by people who clearly just like food. St. John Bakery’s doughnuts are stuffed with so much custard it’s almost rude. There’s a gin stall, a waffle guy, a brilliant little spot doing slow-cooked meat in a brioche. It only really runs weekends and it’s tucked under the tracks on Ropewalk, so don’t walk past it (people do, all the time).

And then, if you’ve got the stamina, the so-called Beer Mile threads through the arches out toward South Bermondsey — independent breweries throwing open their roller doors on Saturdays. The Kernel, Anspach & Hobday, Fourpure. You’re not really here to eat anymore at this point, but most of them have a food truck parked out front and a half of pale ale tastes incredible after that much walking. It does. Don’t argue.

You can do this whole thing for thirty to forty quid a head if you graze instead of sitting down for a full meal, which is the entire point. Sit-down restaurants down here — Padella’s pasta near Borough (the cacio e pepe, the queue, you know the drill), or one of the arch places on Druid Street — will push you toward sixty, eighty with wine. Both are fine. But the magic is the grazing, the standing up, the splitting one of everything with a mate so you can try more.

A waiter on Bermondsey Street once told me the trick to this neighbourhood is “never order a starter, just keep starting.” I’ve lived by that ever since. Honestly its the only food advice I trust.

One warning. It’s tempting to plan this with military precision — stall by stall, timed to the minute — and you shouldn’t. The best thing I ever ate down here was a smoked-fish bagel from a stall that I cannot find again and have never seen since. That’s the deal with this part of London. Some of it disappears. So eat the good thing when you see it, because tomorrow it might be a wine shop.

Come hungry, come Saturday, and don’t you dare fill up on the first toasted cheese — pace yourself, the mile rewards the patient.

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