Maltby Street's been on my radar for ages, since my old flatmate Slash (not that Slash, though I did meet that Slash in LA years ago and he was terribly nice) mentioned it, in a 'I'm surprised you don't know about Maltby Street when all you ever do is talk about your next meal,' kind of way.
Strictly speaking I'm probably not the last to know, as Maltby Street still feels like a well-kept secret and is joyously un-rammed, unlike Borough Market, which now permanently feels like Thorpe Park on August Bank Holiday weekend.
The nearest tube is London Bridge, home of THE MASSIVE CHARMLESS SHARD, which is not any prettier close up than from a distance.
Maltby Street actually refers to two stretches of railway arches about 5 minutes walk from London Bridge, which house some fantastic food retailers / wholesalers.
and past various arches owned by Lassco, the architectural salvage company, with random things like these old radiators
and these cinema chairs for sale:
Among these arches are fabulous little shops like Mons, which sells delicious French cheeses
and Fern Verrow
biodynamically farmed seasonal produce like these plump, perfect broad beans
and these slim fennel, which look almost alien:
If you then walk through to Druid Street, you get to this lot:
More fantastic meat, sausages, cheeses:
Most exciting for me are these guys:
The St John Bakery, which is only open to the public on a Saturday, sells their fabulous bread:
but more importantly one of my favourite things in the world, the St John custard donut.
I'm coming back next week to spend some time here with the King of Donuts, Justin - if I don't die of excitement in the mean time.
After our little adventure, we rushed back over to Bermondsey Street for 11.55, to queue outside Jose in time for midday opening, more of which forthwith...