Maltby Street Market is a little gem, hidden beneath the train tracks in South London. You’ll find everything from a brewery to people pressing fresh waffles, a honey company to Gin makers and the best butchers and artisanal goods in town. A stone’s throw from Borough Market, which has been long lauded as the best market in London, Maltby Street is almost it’s antithesis. Maybe it’s because most people don’t know it’s there and the crowds that plague Borough haven’t yet reached the calm oasis in Bermondsey. The traders are friendly and the location is lovely, and a bit of a sun trap. Here are some of my snaps from my early morning jaunt to the beautiful Maltby Street Market.
My heart was so happy when I saw this sign. Not only some of the best sourdough that I’ve had in London (c’mon Brits, I know you’re trying but you can do SO much better!) but also I got to sample their famous custard filled doughnuts.
Let me tell you, the hype is warranted. I’m not really a doughnut person, so I guess I’m not really the best expert on amazing doughnuts, but the dough was fluffy and light and the filling was rich and creamy. A perfect doughnut in my eyes.
Have a closer look why don’t you…
We wandered round the corner, underneath the rumbling trains over head to the main drag of the market. There we found my new best friend Monty and his beyond words delicious Reuben sandwich. The menu is very simple, consisting of the Jewish deli classics we all know and love. Matzo Ball Soup, giant pickles and the perfectly pressed sandwiches really blew my mind, even at 10:30 in the morning. Jewish Soul Food indeed.
Make sure you don’t miss out on the coleslaw with Sriracha. It’s amazing! And just look at that bad boy. Ask for the special. Trust me.
We then went to ogle the treats at Comptoir Gourmand, where I bought a beautiful Plum Brioche that was delicate and only slightly sweet. The fruit was allowed to shine, which I love.
We moved on to sample some cheese at Neal’s Yard Dairy. I bought the most beautiful, fresh goats cheese. It was not as tangy as a traditional goats, it was a bit more buttery and smooth. It was a fantastic coating to my St John sourdough bread.
MORE CHEESE.
AND MEAT.
We went around, back under the tracks to where we began right near St John. I knew I wanted to find Bea’s Diner, a warehouse for Bea’s of Bloomsbury that opens on Saturday mornings to serve an amazing American style brunch. We walked by where I thought it should be and I could hear music. But nothing. Then this couple came out of what looked like a shipping container door to the unmarked warehouse. We jumped at the chance, grabbed the dor and we were in. Six tables, people sat family style and sticky maple syrup dripping onto the tables from the tiny vintage jugs. Heaven.
Best pancakes outside of America.
Inspiration for my newest brunch obsession. I will conquer the poached egg!
Fluffy buttermilk pancakes with roasted strawberries. Indescribable.
Still setting up. My hubby and brother were not happy I made them get up so early! I didn’t want to miss anything!
Wandering down a tunnel underneath the train tracks.
Quite a view. One very successful day: tastebuds treated, sunshine, blue skies and full bellies. I can’t wait to return to Maltby Street Market, where I can discover even more treasures underneath the train tracks.