Street food seller: The Everybody Love Love The Jhal Muri Express
He is forever on the move, he is often impossible to find, but he is always somewhere making chaat.
This is Angus Denoon Duncan, he runs a little business called Everybody Love Love the Jhal Muri Express and he has a million stories to tell.
I first met him at one of the early Street Feast markets held near Brick Lane – I think they had combined with Kerb, then eat.st. Angus had pulled up much later than the others, with his little cart in tow. I hadn’t noticed him at first and then, after some time, a few people starting walking in the direction of the exit. But they weren’t leaving; they were on their way to talk to a man a few metres away who was wearing a beret and chopping up herbs so slowly it seemed he might have had all the time in the world. I remember thinking that it almost didn’t matter what it was he was making, then – there was something about the cart, full to the brim with pots, pans, cloths and with the tiniest food preparation area imaginable, that made you want to go over and start a conversation with him.
Like lots of others, I did just that. Luckily, his street food sang of a holiday spent in India and I have loved it ever since.
With thanks to Lindsay Faller for chatting to him again and writing up the profile which is here.