Can I get a high five for that alliteration?
The first thing I saw when I entered Bunga Bunga was a penis.
More like a cowabunga bunga party, I’d say.
Bunga Bunga is a quirky pizzeria and karaoke bar in Battersea that’s well known for its tongue-in-cheek entertainment and ambience. When the invite said there’d be karaoke, I was terrified as I can’t sing to save my life (even though Filipinos are known to whack out their Magic Sing
devices at any time of the day on any
occasion). But I was there for the food and experience, so I braved it out.
Soon enough, we spotted the bloggers’ table and after a few introductions, the food started coming.
First up was a tray of assorted pastries including a really competitive custard puff I could stuff my face with again…
a platter of cured meats and balls of melon. Clear antipasti favourites were present: salame Milano, capocollo, mortadella and my favourite prosciutto di Parma.
No brunch is complete without a range of toasted bread with chocolate spread and jam plus fruit juice…
…and prosecco to make your own bellini, of course. The unlimited / bottomless / neverending / fill up your carafe when it’s finished type. This went down a treat.
And then the pizzas came in “Ta-da!” fashion.
Each pizza meter had four types: Micaela Margherita (cheese and tom sauce), Italy’s Fun-Guy (wild mushroom, pecorino, confit tomato and truffle oil), An Englishman’s Breakfast (sausage, ‘shrooms, toms, pancetta, soft egg), The Bunga Royale (smoked salmon, spinach, Hollandaise, soft egg).
They may all sound like gourmet porn titles, but they’re all foodporn stars anyway.
The Bunga Royale was the crowd favourite. Who knew eggs royale can be a damn good pizza flavour? Most of you know I don’t eat egg when I see it so I picked on eggless parts. It was really a winner. The thin sourdough crust is made in-house and I liked the way it crisped on the ends.
Bellies happily satisfied (but not uncomfortably so), a gondola of gelati and sorbets were laid in front of us.
With a little bit of luck in strategic location, I was sat exactly in front of the first chocolate gelato. It was rich, creamy but lighter than most chocolate ice creams I’ve had.
(Spot the finger!)
Our brunch sitting finished but the entertainment had just begun. Punters gathered by the bar ready to start the weekend boozing and celebrations.
There was live music. Face painting. Booze. Karaoke. Dancing. Selfie-taking. Girls boozing in the loos and men ogling them ladies. It was a full blown party at 2pm when the sun was surprisingly present in London. I wanted to go look for a knob to dim the lights.
And I also wanted to grab the mic from this lady to belt out some crazy ass disco tune and pretend for a moment that I’m not the only Filo who can’t sing.
Admittedly, it was rather strange seeing a party unravel while the sun was still out but it was a pretty good way to kick off the weekend. It’s kitschy, a little Coyote Ugly
meets To Wong Foo
, and possibly a little too in-your-face, but Bunga Bunga partygoers and hosts have an infectious way of getting you in a really good mood.
The Bunga Bunga Party Brunch is available on Saturdays and has two seatings at 11.30am (£38) and at 2pm (£48). Go for some pretty decent food and some cheeky entertainment. After all, there’s always a reason for a party and definitely never too early for karaoke (trust me, I’m Filo).
37 Battersea Bridge Road, London, SW11 3BA
My meal was complimentary but average spend pp is around £30.