Wandering around Brixton Village for a lunch on a Saturday isn't really much about going to a set destination or specific type of cuisine that you want, but more about going somewhere which actually has any seat at all - it is rammed with weekend brunchers, lunchers and munchers.
Finally spotting a table leaving outside French and Grace I practically shoved the group of women out the way and pounced on the table. Perusing the menu, I wasn't disappointed. A kind of lebanese flatbread theme with fresh salads and tabbouleh seemed to be the order of the day (despite the misleading French aspect of the restaurant's name). I initially asked for the falafel wrap, but horror of horrors, they had run out of falafel. So instead, I had the grilled halloumi wrap (£6.50).
You know when a place cooks the whole meal from scratch because the food takes a little longer to arrive, but I really don't mind this at all because I'd rather have fresh fodder. This was the case at French and Grace but it was definitely worth the wait. A large flatbread filled with all kinds of goodies was presented before me and now the biggest question was how to devour it. I abandoned my knife and fork and went full force for just chowing down on the wrap. Salty, crispy halloumi with a creamy dip thing, some kind of salsa-esque sauce, some rice salad thing, a cabbage salad all contained in a delish flatbread wrap. Although, admittedly, I was a bit clueless as to all the aspects of the filling I couldn't care less, because it tasted fucking good.
I can tell that this visit to French and Grace is just the beginning of my magical mystery tour around all the eating joints in Brixton Village, and I cannot wait.