Tucked in a dark dirty corner of Dalston, we found the forest of the famous Swedish cider, Kopparberg.
The Kopparberg Urban Forest resembled a mad hatter’s tea party complete with odd lamp lights and willowy trees sticking out from the ground. To be perfectly frank, it was less of a forest, but more like a Branches Anonymous meeting because it looked like they hadn’t had a drink in a long while. What made it more like Alice and Wonderland was the topsy-turvy shed peeking out from behind the alleyway.
The small compact area was full of food shacks, selling the latest on trend food, like the over hyped phenomena -the pulled pork. I bought a bap from the Adam Richman approved, Buffalo Joe’s shack. I wondered as I took a splattery bite, if the burger would taste the same if it wasn’t pulled? And who decided to pull pork? It sounds dirty if you ask me.
The Urban Forest is on every day till the 3rd of August with free entry and live music from a reasonable time of 6pm, considering it looks like it’s been placed in someones back garden. The crowd who populated this little space looked two sandwiches short of a Kopparberg picnic. I saw one girl wearing a velvet elephant grey skirt and white lace top then a boy wearing trouser that he could have borrowed from a Mortal Combat contestant. I could not hide my disgust.
Everybody else couldn’t hide their disgust at the available portaloos. Even though we aren’t in the middle of a field it still seems, the standard of a mobile toilet is never going to change. They were probably made and sold with crimson faeces decorating the insides. It might be worth a quick walk to the nearest Macdonald’s toilet to avoid puking and pissing at the same time before you’ve even had a few bevys.
Lucy Rose was playing in the background. She had a peachy pastel voice and her songs were like little iced gems. A sparsely big crowd had gathered to support her. Although it wasn’t my cup of tea, it added to the surreal and relaxed atmosphere that the set created.
Drinks consisted of Kopparberg, Kopparberg and more Kopparberg. I tried the Cloudberry, of which I had never tried before. Cloudberry is a herb that is sweet in taste, much like a blackcurrent. I tend to think the cider is usually too sweet like panda pop but this flavour wasn’t half bad. It had a zing of raspberry and sharpness like lemonade that doesn’t feel like a complete sugar overload. Like most flavoured ciders, it never fails to taste like summer. Also on the menu is beer from the Kopparberg Bryggeri and some forgettable cocktails.
It was a sweet little set up that was a perfect escape from the tiring and intimidating streets of London. I wouldn’t waste a whole night here but it perfect for a break from living life in the fast lane.