Forget Shoreditch and Hoxton, the trendies are on the move. For hidden in the depth of north east inner London (well, zone 2) is a place with so many secrets even Harry Potter would hold his hands up in awe. If you haven't already, do yourself a favour and hot foot it down to Dalston. It's so on the edge you might tip over but stay strong and fend your way among the Caribbean corner shops and numerous authentic kebab houses. I admit, a number of bars don't seem to have names, just door numbers and laminated signs on the gates saying 'NO DRUGS', but don't let this put you off. I find myself down this neck of the woods increasingly often, to enjoy underground jazz or eat at Mangal One Ockabasi, notoriously one of the best Kebab houses in London. I thought my eyes deceived me when I stumbled upon 'Kaffa Kafe' (don't be offended), the music was pumping and atmosphere buzzing. If you fancy a razzle, look no further than Dalston Superstore and of course Dalston Jazz Bar, where the magic happens. So undo your top button, grab yourself a Caipirinha and go with the flow, that’s how it seems to work in there. It just leaves me to say... Don't hide. You know who you are. Dalston will find you.
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