The Black Farmer White City — Local services in London

What a welcoming fanfare this incredible new grocery store has had. Its doors were open for preview visits well ahead of its official launch yesterday and I've been chomping at the bit to post a review since l visited with my son over a week ago but Google was slow to accept my pin location and even slower to let me post all my photos ( apologies for the skew whiff beginning of my video !). This is no ordinary grocery store ...this is a cornucopia of fresh eat it now deli delights, easy pick up meals for one or two, carefully preserved chill cabinet veg, fruit, varied selection of alcoholic and non alcoholic drink and of course Wilfreds signature Black Farmer sausages, chicken and cheeses and the whole shop is a gift that keeps on giving. ( longest tribute sentence ever ) In the window display and in the back of the shop plus arrayed across the top of the aisles you will find beautiful sake/ shot sets, solid chunky chopping boards, other quirky kitchen ware including a funky acrylic salt and pepper grinder, a striking metal fruit bowl that wouldn't go amiss in a palace it's capacity is so vast, and art scape lamps that might make you rethink your current decor. You won't just pop in for lunch, a takeaway or a few snacks the first time you visit you'll be there gasping at surprises the like of which White City used to see in Westfield but sadly no more. Whilst that emporium has become sad and jaded this establishment gives the joyous fervour of an avid voyeur like me happy goosebumps.

Oh and before you think l might have drunk too much wine 🍷 got a bit over enthusiastic writing this review you will find that B.F.W.C. has still thought of us gals basic needs because feminine products are housed discreetly towards the back of the shop. Your extremely average local grocery store squeezes them in on such low shelves you causes your extra pain...

On a hot summer's afternoon, I found myself ducking in and out of shops to find some respite from the relentless White city heat. So it was the case with The Black Farmer in the former BBC Television Centre in west London. The moment I walked in I was hit by a wall of heat, almost as hot as the outside world. It was clear that there was no functioning air conditioning in the joint. But by this point I was in and committed. So as not to be rude, I determined to have a look around the huge selection of "reasonably priced farmed goods' on display. As I sweated around the store I was a approached by a very dapper looking gent, who asked me what I thought of his store? It was the Black Farmer himself, Wilfred Emmanuel-Jones. He was smartly dressed and very friendly. But I couldn't stay long. It was nice to have a chat with the head honcho, but the store was way too hot to stay for long, the salads looked tired and there was not a lot of choice amongst the sarnies. I will try again when the...

I was excited to try this Venue whilst out with my daughter and ordered salad and coffees and sat down to enjoy. It was only 5pm in the evening so we were disturbed by how loud the music was as we couldn't hear each other across the table. I asked the assistant if the music could be turned down just a little - she said she would ask but after 5 minutes when the music was still too loud to hold a normal conversation I got up to ask again. I spoke to the owner who was walking around the venue at the time. To my surprise his tone was rude and his manner condescending. He told me, “No, the music is part of the ambiance, you can eat outside if you want to!” I didn’t expect to be spoken to in such a rude dismissive tone. Needless to say, my daughter and I left and will never venture...