It's so shiny. It's so new, so bright and so so shiny. Really there are glittery floor tiles!
Flamin Mangal's beacon of bright changing disco-like lights enticed us in. Guiding like a lighthouse, it stands to protect all who are hungry from the treacherous lack of food possibilities down Peckham's most odiferous promenade.
I can't believe I'm about to say a kebab shop is a breath of fresh air, but after walking down Rye Lane before the dustcarts collect the people-high rubbish on the streets; when the gutters smell of fish guts, but your stomach is churning with hunger and yet churning from the stinks from the street, the fresh cool air-con and the pure smokey delights inside Flamin Mangal are flaming amazing.
I loved the fish counter, the soft fresh toasted pillowy Pide and the free Turkish tea. This is probably the best Mangal a gal could find without heading up to the Turkish part of town.
The seating area inside is cavernous. You could host a massive mates feast and be treated like Sultans. We were greeted like friends and left feeling like very stuffed Sultans.
I don't think I'll ever have to take a jaunt up to my favourite haunt, Haringey again.
Also, after bussing it out of town, my first stop when eating food is to wash my hands. Natch.
I don't believe I have ever given a place a extra star for it's 'facilities' before, but with a bathroom that was a marvel in marble, I thought I'd give them an extra shiny star for that. read more