Flamin Mangal

Gutted this place wasn’t any good. I have plenty of friends in stokey, haringey where the Turkish is top notch and I was hoping for a southern mangal equivalent, sadly not!
Stale pide, bog standard humus and the meat had no flavour, who knows what was going on with the charcoal grill!?!
I agree the service was pleasant and the décor generally finished well, toilets nice and clean but I’d have given it all up for some decent food. Won’t bother again.

Beautiful Turkish restaurant and absolutely great food welcome to Peckham we needed this here.

It’s so shiny. It’s so new, so bright and so so shiny. Really there are glittery floor tiles!
Flamin Mangal’s beacon of bright changing disco-​like lights enticed us in. Guiding like a lighthouse, it stands to protect all who are hungry from the treacherous lack of food possibilities down Peckham’s most odiferous promenade.
I can’t believe I’m about to say a kebab shop is a breath of fresh air, but after walking down Rye Lane before the dustcarts collect the people-​high rubbish on the streets; when the gutters smell of fish guts, but your stomach is churning with hunger and yet churning from the stinks from the street, the fresh cool air-​con and the pure smokey delights inside Flamin Mangal are flaming amazing.
I loved the fish counter, the soft fresh toasted pillowy Pide and the free Turkish tea. This is probably the best Mangal a gal could find without heading up to the Turkish part of town.
The seating area inside is cavernous. You could host a massive mates feast and be treated like Sultans. We were greeted like friends and left feeling like very stuffed Sultans.
I don’t think I’ll ever have to take a jaunt up to my favourite haunt, Haringey again.
Also, after bussing it out of town, my first stop when eating food is to wash my hands. Natch.
I don’t believe I have ever given a place a extra star for it’s ‘facilities’ before, but with a bathroom that was a marvel in marble, I thought I’d give them an extra shiny star for that.