It’s fair to say that, doing the street food thing, we’ve met the BEST people ever. Passionate, wonderful, odd – and mainly skint – people.
Not long after we started, we had a random message on Twitter. A photo of some whisky with the tasting notes that said it would go well with souvlaki. Er, ok, I thought. Whatevs.
And then this man turned up with a little bottle. At Bury St Edmunds Market. I was a little surprised. I didn’t let it show though. I’m a pro, doncha know? I poured it into a mug and, serving up a souvlaki to our visitor, we decided to see if it was true. It was. Bizarrely. Whisky and souvlaki. Who knew? (A 19-year-old Highland Park bourbon cask matured whisky, since you ask.)
That mug of whisky was passed between me, the Greek God, Whisky Man, our teetotal vegan market neighbour and the Greek God’s 16-year-old son. It’s funny how people appear when there’s free secret booze in a mug!
18 months later, Whisky Man still pitches up, sometimes clutching fabulous goodies to try. I’m ashamed to say I’m never going to be a whisky afficionado (though I love the idea that, as a writer, I’ll be slurping until all hours, Tom Waits style, spilling words onto the page as it courses through my veins). But he’s a top bloke. And he knows about gin too. Oh yes.
There are such good people in our new life: finding awesome gin, making their own cider, feeding us 80% butter croissants. Hoisin duck pies. Hot, sticky, Asian coconut buns. Punjabi samosas & pakora. Our lives and waistbands are bulging but we have the best time. And, as Cider Making Man said last week… “I’ve waited all my life to be in a position to be this skint. Fun though, isn’t it?” Hell yeah.