I am a freelance writer, editor and teacher based in north London.
Published November 3rd 2012
Monkey see, monkey do
Life is complicated. At least at times it feels like it is. When things get a little too hectic in my world, I like to take a trip to a place where everything feels a little simpler. Monkey Nuts is the café, bar and restaurant that never seems to grow up. I mean that as a compliment. It is the kind of place a university fresher would develop if they had a decent budget and an encyclopedic knowledge of rock n roll history.
The walls are adorned with dozens, if not hundreds, of top notch gig posters, ranging from old blues festivals to modern rock stars. I could spend an hour just looking through and finding old bands that I used to idolise. They even have a one or two posters from tours I went to. You don't get that in your local greasy spoon.
The food is varied, with a great deal of words like 'oozing', 'sticky' and 'spicy' appearing on the menu. Rather than have a geographic or foodstuff theme, Monkey Nuts focuses on the classics that people seem to love. Steaks, burgers and massive salads are the order of the day. They are also bustling at the weekend, serving an almighty brunch to the slightly hung over.
One of the other great things is that the staff enthusiastically greet you if you just pop in for a coffee. Too many places seem to think that the customers who order a coffee are different people to the ones who come in for dinner. They seldom are.
Simple beats, simple chords, loud volume, a large beer and a plate full of hearty food. What could be better? If you, as a teenager, gave your soul to rock n roll and sometimes forget why, come here. It always reminds me that rock should always be linked with good times.