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Published March 18th 2013
Stuff your face every Saturday
It's a Saturday which means one thing, for the guys and gals who descend on Brick Lane: a miasma of cultures and purposes. Dressed in overdressed, platform shoes and leather jackets, faces outlined by thick black, plumed red and purple lipstick.
They're here for the fashion, food, friends. Supremely to eat, because the weekends around Brick Lane are crammed with food stalls, fried food, food babies which grow in the stomachs of punters.
Smokey grey wafts of barbecue attach themselves to people's coats and hair. Brick Lane memories entwined with cotton threads and natural fibers. Sour limes and sweet brown sugar scents. The East End.
In one room silver jewelled pendants hang with maki rolls, crisp yellow noodles sit with Indian-Turkish fusion cuisine. Sichuan, Peking, Cantonese, Fujian, Zhejiang. Under this one roof in the place of multiple cultures and purposes: Brick Lane.