Street food is definitely one modern trend that I can get on board with. I'm an old fashioned girl in many ways - I don't have any tattoos and like my music to have an ACTUAL TUNE but yep, love the love for street food. Of course, I don't actually like eating on the street. We were always taught at school that it is common to eat while you're walking along, and that is one lesson that stuck fast so much so that I am almost physically incapable of eating and walking at the same time. However, as long as there is a handy bench or, preferably, a table somewhere in the vicinity of the street food van then I am there.
There are already many reasons to love Leeds's North Bar, but this summer they've given us another, extra specially big one by running, in conjunction with Leeds Indie Food, weekly events at their tap room like mini festivals - of food! We've been meaning to go for a while and finally got around to it last weekend.
Different vendors attend every time - we happened to be presented by a choice of Indian food courtesy of Manjit's Kitchen, giant arancini by the girls of Golden Balls (like your style, ladies), and kebabs from The Middle Feast. Both of us opted for kebabs - which seemed to be the most popular choice at 2pm on Saturday - D's with chicken, mine, blackened aubergine and halloumi. Very tasty stuff and an absolute world away from the kind of kebabs that always seem like a good idea in the early hours of the morning after one two many cocktails.
We also decided that it would be rude not to take a couple of the Porterhouse Cake Company's wares home to try. I am pleased to be able to confirm that tahini does work extremely well swirled through a brownie. Who knew?
It was a really fun event and they've obviously been going down well with the good people of Leeds since a further six have just been announced. I certainly hope to get to another one before the summer is out. Further details can be found at the website here or the Leeds Indie Food twitter feed.
And no, this is not a sponsored post, although if North Bar would like to send me a T-shirt and a box of brownies they would be gratefully accepted. I'm not proud.