Brixton village is full of wonderful places to eat, with really authentic cooking from all around the world. Anthony and Becca picked out this wee gem that served absolutely amazing Columbian food. The menu has so much on offer that I couldn't decide what to taste, so I opted for the plate that had literally everything on it. The portion sizes are massive, and even when I had finished eating it looked like I hadn't even touched my food. With beef, sausage, pork, plantain, corn bread, beans and salad this dish was a mouth full. There were so many different flavours and it was incredible to taste so many different meats. If I had to pick a favourite part it would be the pork, which was spiced beautifully. It's incredibly good value for money, and there will be no complaints of still being hungry - in fact I think we all went into a food coma after eating. Be sure to get down fast, as its so small inside so you don't want to be turned away for dinner.

Brixton market has changed a lot over the past 10 years. It was always interesting and eclectic with great food, but now - trendier and more upscale - franchises like Okan and Honest Burger vie for your attention.
In amongst them, though, some of the regular mainstays of the market remain and continue to produce their own fantastic cuisine.
One of them, El Rancho de Lalo, is a great comfort food eatery serving up satisfyingly large savoury Colombian dishes.
It had been a long time since I had eaten in there, but with an empty stomach and having passed their tables at the front heaving with plates of meat, rice, plantain and avocado, there really was no other choice.
The market restaurant is quite cosy and usually full. In terms of ambience it is basic. The decor is nothing special and hasn't changed much, if at all, since inception. The abundance of staff, mostly Colombian, add to this bustle. They speak Spanish and English, but their Spanish is generally better and if you have anything complicated to get across it can get lost in translation. The kitchen itself, with a line-up of noisy women cooks, is right there in your face, sharing the dining space with you and the other customers.
Typically packed, I shared a small table with a middle-aged Colombian woman, who was already delicately prising apart a chicken quarter cooked 'til it had fallen off the bone. Her starter soup (or was it casserole? There is a thin line between them at this restaurant) looked enough of a meal in itself.
Meanwhile I couldn't help notice what was on other people's plates: a soup of pork and corn cobs, grilled steak and chicken escalope and an impressive looking dish of corn dough, filled with meat and vegetables, that had been steamed in banana leaves and brought to the table that way.
I ordered the pork escalope, which came with a mound of rice, a chopped lettuce and tomato salad, baked potato, avocado and plantain. On the side I had a serve of corn bread, a flat hard disc, softer, thankfully, in the middle that was oddly reminiscent of roast chestnuts, its exterior scorched in places.
On the table was a bowl of chilli dip that carried the unmistakeable diffusion of scotch bonnet peppers, or chicken peppers as many know them locally.
I liberally ladled this on to my escalope and set about mixing and matching the various parts of my meal, pausing to chew on some cornbread when the peppers threatened to send me convulsing into hiccups.
The two crumbed escalopes, beaten into thin arcs were tender and well cooked and the plantain firm and sweet. To wash it down I had a glass of blackberries and milk called Mora, a kind of Colombian smoothie. The whole meal was filling and delicious.
The staff were genial and quick to see me to a table, get my order, and even give me a friendly send off. All that's good about people in Brixton.
Recommended.