We needed to buy a new hoover this weekend so went to Duraty, the electrical goods shop at 72–74 Denmark Hill.
One of the things I like about Camberwell is the fact that it’s not fashionable enough for the big chains to have completely taken over yet; while there is the obvious McDonalds and a couple of supermarkets, there are still plenty of independent or small-chain shops in the area. While you may end up paying a little more, the level of service you get is often much better.
Duraty is a prime example; this is the third time I’ve been in there and every time they are absolutely bang-on in terms of service. The assistant spent plenty of time answering our questions about the hoovers, and was honest in her assesment; she didn’t steer us towards the expensive models, she just helped us with what we needed. And the owner (I think) is a walking encyclopedia of electronics; he knows everything.
Contrast that with when we went shopping for furniture in Ikea a few months ago; every query we made was met with “If that’s what it says in the catalogue.” Useless. That’s why the knowledge of the staff in Duraty is really impressive, and made the difference between us buying there or going to one of the big shops in Old Kent Road.
A quick read back through the few posts I’ve made so far shows that I’ve mainly only written about food, drink & shopping — not my intention when I started this blog. To be honest, I don’t think I’ve really found my voice yet — but persistence will cure that.
On the 436 home last week I saw two newspaper hoardings with headlines which interested me — although not enough to seek out the newspapers. The first was along the lines of ‘SE5 Crime Rates Shock’ (or similar) and the second was ‘Camberwell Police Station To Reopen’. Obviously, I’d say one had something to do with the other.
When I finally left my job in Camberwell in 1999, the Police Station was open only during the hours of 9am-6pm or something absurd like that — not exactly peak crime hours, I’d guess. Sometime between then and now, the station has shut down completely. I know there has been a campaign to get the station to reopen (although there was no web presence — a shame, I think), and it looks like that campaign has been successful.
I’m not sure how much the embarrasment of a ‘gangland execution’ in front of the closed station influenced the decision.
I don’t know the details of the reopening — I never found the newspaper, and there doesn’t seem to be anything online — but I’m pretty sure it can only be a good thing for the area. Hopefully it won’t be a 9am-6pm job again.
Quick Update: Is it this they’re referring to?
Saturday morning was pretty sunny but we had a barbecue to attend that evening and needed to buy a present for the birthday girl. Thinking of a book or a print, we took a walk down Love Walk and headed to Great Expectations (43, Denmark Hill), the gallery and framing shop.
They front of the shop sells prints, frames and cards, while the rear (including the cellar) is a gallery. Has to be said, there wasn’t a great selection of either frames or prints on show; at least, not as many as I might have thought. Plenty of cards, however, and the gallery at the rear had a good selection of traditional paintings on canvas and also a few sculptures. I get the feeling that the framing only makes a small part of their business now, so the idea of a print went out of the window.
Instead we walked down to Wordsworth Books (Butterfly Walk) and browsed in there for a while. As an independent bookshop, this is obviously never going to be able to compete with the financial clout of the big chains; instead it concentrates on new releases and gift books, the obvious move as there’s no other bookshop in Camberwell to compete with it. The shop takes two units in Butterfly Walk so doesn’t feel cramped, and we found a gift very easily.
Purchase made, we went to Seymour Bros (2, Grove Lane) for lunch. The last time I went here it was a little sandwich shop with about four tables; it’s now expanded into the shop next door and, more crucially, into the back yard.
This is an absolute treasure; a small, jumbled courtyard with grapes hanging down from the vines which grow overhead, it feels more like you’re eating in a small cafe in the Italian countryside than in Zone 2 of London. There isn’t a massive amount of choice other than sandwiches (although they do an all-day breakfast at the weekends, but £10.50 all-in is a bit steep), but the sandwiches were really tasty and good value. Eating them under the green vines was further value still.
On Sunday morning the wife and I went to have breakfast at Tadim, the Turkish cafe at 41 Camberwell Church Street.
It must be at least five years since I ate there, and all I could remember is that it did decent sandwiches and there was a semi-open rear room. When we got there I saw that the rear room had a proper ceiling on it now, except for two tables at the very rear which were still under corrugated plastic.
With no memory or idea of the portions involved, we ordered a croissant, Halloumi, some feta and spinach pastries and spicy minced beef wraps. When it came, we saw that we’d drastically over-ordered; there was loads of it. We had to ask for some stuff to be wrapped so we could take it with us when we left.
And it was very tasty; all the vegetables were nice and fresh, the pastry fluffy and the bread hot and tasty. And to cap it all, cheap too; £1.50 for a small loaf of Halloumi with cheese? I’ll take it.
The whole thing came to just over £10 including two cokes, and was more than enough for two people; we could have got away with just the wrap and the pastries, which would have come to about £7 all in. Even the waitress who only gave us 30 seconds to decide every time we asked for a little more time couldn’t spoil that.
Two more friends came over to see the flat (one of them making a return journey — only the second of our friends to do so, making us think that perhaps they don’t like it), so after a quick chicken pie (fast becoming my speciality) we went out for a few drinks in some of Camberwell’s hotspots.
First was a return to The Sun And Doves to enjoy the last few minutes of sunshine. I was a little worried that if we left it too late we wouldn’t find a table, as it always used to get packed on a Saturday night and as it has a great beer garden I thought everyone would be there. I needn’t have bothered, as the garden had a few people in it but was by no means full. We had a couple of beers there (including a wheat beer called Brug’s, which I advise you give a miss) then walked over to the Funky Munky.
After The Sun And Doves, Funky Munky was Camberwell’s second decent pub to open, sometime around 1998, I think. It has the bare wooden floor and tables which are de rigeur for any self-respecting bar nowadays, and a decent selection of beers. The bar used to run along the long east wall, but at some point in the last few years been moved to the north. There is a second bar upstairs which also has space to dance, but was closed when we were there (at about 10.30pm).
Again we easily found a table. The music was turned up and the lights down low, but there was still a lack of animation in the place. The wife and I went there a few times when we were in the area looking for a flat, and it seems to be pretty calm and comfortable. Still, we were looking for a little more life and so moved on.
I figured the BRB would be more lively as they have a DJ there on weekends. I was wrong. As we walked in there were about ten people there, excluding staff. We tried to play a game of table football (too dark, couldn’t see the ball — that’s why I lost) then tried to have a conversation, but despite the bar being 80% empty the music was up to 180% volume. It was absurdly noisy.
We could have tried Cube or Red Star, but instead went home. Saturday night was cancelled due to lack of interest.