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Bethnal Green

No longer the inner-city ghetto from days of yore, but you can still find some of the gor-blimey-lor-love-a-duck cockney cheekiness that one would expect in this hood. E. Pellicci is one of the oldest remaining greasy spoons in London, so head in for a Full Monty and a cuppa. If a lager and a burger down the Sebright Arms is not your thing, head down to the Buddhist Centre for a bit of instant karma.


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Posted By:  Rachael Knowles
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The Star Of Bethnal Green
The Star of Bethnal Green, is quite literally, what it says on the tin. Amongst a road of predominantly white, traditional, East London boozers (not to say there's anything bad about these) is this little gem, quiet and relaxed during the daytime, with an array of DJ's and disco nights in the evening. As well as a selection of locally brewed beers, The Star has a kitchen and food menu to challenge any Gordon Ramsay establishment. From two for one pizzas on a Monday, to their legendary Sunday Roast and Bloody Mary, a meal here will not go forgotten. And with a karaoke booth, big screens on the first floor and a locals loyalty card, you cannot go wrong with this quirky little hotspot. Unlike no other.

Posted By:  Karen Dion
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Bethnal Green Working Men's Club
What is this giant red glittery heart welcoming you as you descend some creaky old stairs, through a dark corridor into an old working men's club? While the name may sound distinctly unglamorous and suggest otherwise, you will find no sweat-stained working men here anymore--nowadays this club is the home of sequined and sparkly showgirls. Tucked away off an East London side street, Bethnal Green Working Men's Club brings the best of London performance art to its glistening, red-hued stage, and has a schedule filled with burlesque performances, dance classes, parties and music. Whether the events are racy or sophisticated, its good times at the Working Men's Club.

Posted By:  Michael Kasparis
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Little Georgia
After being soundly reproached by a Hackneyite friend for enthusing about La Vie En Rose (Broadway Market) I was directed to Little Georgia. The back story goes something like this: cute little Georgian restaurant is dispatched from its premises by nasty developer, who then installs a horrid overpriced fake French restaurant of his own making in its stead. The new Little Georgia is still cute, the staff are still whimsically casual and the elderly Georgian Aunt is still slaving away in the kitchen. You can almost taste the poor woman's sweat in the Hachapuri and there's a tang to the walnut and pomegranate chicken which could very well be the years of toil and tears. Ensconced in the basement surrounded by nostalgic artefacts which I suspect were harvested from IKEA and Brick Lane, I start to feel guilty for the £9 stew I ate in 'La Vie En Rose.' What have the French ever done for us anyway? Coming over here, taking our Georgian restaurants...

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