The Mother of all Markets

Borough Market. Period.


I thought it would be your basic fruit and veggie affair, but as I approached, a peculiar pattern started to take form and the suspense began to build.

Hoards of people lined the paths leading up to the market. Every one of them chowing down on some type of food. Beautiful food. The type that forces you to whip out your camera and start 

taking pictures of complete strangers in an attempt to capture the holy site. It was like a museum of fantastic street food. Colossal stuffed sandwiches, 
oozing with bright colors. 

Steaming stir-fried-looking dishes made-to-order, so no two looked alike.

Cheesy macaroni and potato concoctions that I could look at for hours -- and now you can too.

And, the most shockingly spectacular of all, freshly shucked oysters, served on a paper plate.




Now, a virtual tour of the market:

Freshly made sangria

The cheeses

Hand-sliced meats

Turkish gummy candies

The largest pile of paella. Ever. Give yourself a moment to take it all in.

Heaven.

Cameron decided to go with the vegetarian burgers. These culinary artists pictured on the left put the veggie burgers on a small griddle and customized each with your choice of tomato salsa, red onion jam, hummus, pesto, cucumbers, onions, spinach....and everything else in the world. The burgers were works of art.

Make love to the sandwich...

Ariel chose the very unique and enticing kabobs, which turned out to be the oversized sandwiches that I had noticed earlier.

There was a lot to pick from, but, after much debate, we landed on the "game kabob": venison and wild boar with red wine and fresh apricots. As our little soldiers steamed on the grill before us, I was almost too tempted to lick up their heavenly oils.

Ariel put an Asian sweet and sour sauce on one half, and a pesto-aioli-type condiment on the other. Then, we attacked from both sides.

Finally, if you know me, I'm sure you've already guessed what my food choice was...

I couldn't help myself from jumping in line for the German bratwurst. This station served grilled brats in addition to frankfurters. If anyone's thirsty for a little trivia, the couple operating the stand said the difference between a bratwurst and a frankfurter is that the frankfurter is smoked, giving the sausage its darker color. At this stand, the frankfurters were also boiled, whereas the brats were grilled.

Of course I had to get mine with the works: ketchup, mustard, and sauerkraut. More impressive than this brats mammoth size was my surprising ability to devour it all! (With a little help from my friends)

Absolutely superb. If you are ever yearning for a dose of the Borough Market, I promise to be your escort.