Great minds and big talent, regrouping under a glittering mirror ball…
On Monday we held our first KERB Summit. It was a timely moment to get all our traders together and look at where we’ve been in order to plan for where we’re going.
As the latest Courier Magazine observes, street food is ‘moving up and out’ – and so never has it been more important to take it back to what we all fell in love with about it in the first place (and what the piece possibly fails to recognise): the community, the culture, the craic!
Seeing so many KERBanists in one room together at the brilliantly Phoenix Nights-esque London Irish Centre was a buzz. ‘If someone dropped a bomb in here the whole London street food scene would collapse’, noted Ollie. Luckily, that didn’t happen and we had a brilliant day working out how to create more opportunities and harness the huge potential of the group even more as the industry twists and turns and clustering becomes more important than ever.
After that we needed to let off steam. Enter the first KERB Curryaoke. Makatcha, Decatur, Vinn Goute, Kothu Kothu and Sonita’s supplied the spice, the McNamara Bar the Cointreaus on ice and Dave’s Disco got the party started. Shout out to Lee BBQ Dreamz and Tristan Bian Dang’s White Lines duet, Kris Vinn Goute’s No Woman No Cry and Michael What the Dickens! Folsom Prison Blues was probably the highlight of the entire day – who knew the boy could SANG like that ? !
Trader gold dust…
