Showing posts with label Finsbury Park. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Finsbury Park. Show all posts

Saturday, 26 February 2011

No accounting for taste: the appearance of the cheese & onion samosa

Sunrise Foodstop, Well's Terrace, Finsbury Park, London N4

Kicking my heels at Finsbury Park bus stands yesterday, I nipped into the Sunrise Foodstop convenience and headed straight for the chiller. A small pile of Quality Foods samosas lay there. The usual trinity were present: vegetable, chicken and lamb. But nestling within that batch, to my utter bewilderment, sat something I never imagined I'd see. I rubbed my eyes. Could it be? A (pre-packaged) traditional samosa with an English CHEESE and ONION filling. I shuddered at the thought, but out of sheer intrigue, I had to try one. I handed over my 95p and went back to the bus stop.

This sort of thing has happened before, readers. In the complex world of curries, of course, the Chicken Tikka Masala was (apparently) concocted in Birmingham to cater for the milder British tastebud. This massively succesful hybrid was declared Britain's national dish by Robin Cook in 2001.

At street-snack level, there was a brief spell at the end of last decade where London Treats shops experimented with spinach and ricotta samosas. A mistake, but arguably excusable for its audacity. Production-line cheese and onion, however, really is the devil of pastry filling. A bland stodge, a uniform goop lazily pumped into pastry.

Still, I gave it a whirl. The cheese and onion innard had the same consistency and smell as its English pasty cousin, although in fairness, Quality Foods have taken strides to add zing to their product. Cumin, chili, and garam masala powder have been added to the mix, but this doesn't distract from the slimy, factory-made feel of the filling. On top of this, it just seems wrong. A good samosa will trigger intrigue with a varied or unusual flavour or texture, this one is bite after bite of the same.

On my bus journey I wondered why Quality Foods added this line to their range. In the face of stiff competition from other street foods, it may be simply that the London samosa needs a shake-up. But whilst I applaud Quality for attempting innovation, they must go back to the chopping board, this is a culinary gaffe.

Tuesday, 14 April 2009

Finsbury Patty Pity

Step out of Finsbury Park Station (Wells Terrace exit) on any evening and turn right towards Stroud Green Road - you can't help but get a whiff of the sweet jerk chicken aromas wafting through the air. It's a nasal delight, a perfect accompaniment for a summer sunset; and it's provided by the hot griddles of the yellow shack on the corner, Big Dada's BBQ (open 10am-midnight everyday).

One fine April evening I stopped off here for a touch of nourishment on my way up the hill towards home. I asked the chef behind the counter for a saltfish patty and made some preliminary enquiries about the establishment.

'So do you cook all your patties here?' I asked, as he took the yellow pastry off the incubated rack and slipped it into a paper bag.

'No, no, they get made in a factory', he said, smiling, '...they come from a factory near Heathrow Airport.' How intriguing, I thought. Why so far away? Are the raw ingredients flown in direct from the Caribbean? Presumably somebody is lugging sackloads of hot patties up the Piccadilly Line everyday.

Fumbling for change, I realised I only had £1.31 in my packet, and the asking price for saltfish patties was £1.50. Seeing my struggle, the seller said not to worry and let me off the difference and handed over the patty. So far, so great! Clutching this cutpriced prize I wandered off up hill.

The lukewarm yellow half-moon pastry was flatter and floppier than I'd had before. Taste-wise, too, I was left surprisingly underwhelmed. It took me three bites to get a tangible grasp of the saltfish's presence. The remainder of the filling was composed of moist mushed pea, sweetcorn, carrot, and red pepper. Only when I reached the mid-section did the flavours break through and liven up my tastebuds. That was the best bit, the pepper and hot spice complementing the saltiness of the fish (cod, I think). Good stuff. Once I'd passed the patty's halfway point though, the spiciness went away again, and I was left struggling on with a mouthful of dry pastry and soggy stodge. To wash it down I went to a newsagents for a can of Orangina (39p).

Overall, I had no major gripes with Big Dada's - it hit the spot, eventually, and I got a discount after all - but as I continued up the hill I felt the pastry/seasoning/filling ratio needed minor adjustment to justify the regular £1.50 pricetag.

Big Dada's BBQ, Finsbury Park Station