Look, I could write another 700 words, but you already have enough. The beauty of Peckham is that the best meal is often the one you stumble into. The Greek bakery on Bellenden, the Senegalese place behind the old cinema, the tiny Vietnamese spot that only opens for lunch. You have to walk around.
So here’s my advice: ignore the apps. Go to Rye Lane. Look for the places with handwritten signs in the window. If the person cooking looks busy and slightly annoyed, you’re in the right spot. Now, go eat. I’ll be at Chicken Village with a side of plantains. Don’t text me, I’m busy.
