Fish, Wings & Tings: A Caribbean Adventure with a Side of Laughter

It was a regular Tuesday evening when my friend and I embarked on what we thought would be a quiet dinner in Brixton. Spoiler: it was not. What started as a casual stroll through Granville Arcade turned into a full-blown Caribbean carnival of flavors, vibes, and uncontrollable laughter at Fish, Wings & Tings. Let me set the scene.

How We Found It

Picture two mildly hangry individuals sniffing around Brixton Village like stray cats on a mission. We were on the hunt for something new, something exciting—and honestly, something fried. That’s when we heard it: the faint rhythm of reggae music drifting from Unit 3. It was magnetic. Then, the aroma hit us—a mix of spices, citrus, and pure joy. We followed our noses like cartoon characters until we found ourselves in front of a vibrant little spot with outdoor seating and a chalkboard menu that screamed, “Eat here or regret it forever.”

“Fish, Wings & Tings?” my friend read aloud. “What even are ‘tings’?”

“Who cares? Let’s find out,” I said, dragging them inside.

First Impressions

Brian, the chef and mastermind behind the place, greeted us with a smile so warm it could melt butter. Within minutes, we felt like we’d been invited into his Trinidadian grandma’s kitchen. And speaking of Grandma Valentina… you could feel her legacy in every corner. The decor was colorful, the music was lively, and the vibe was pure “come as you are and leave happier than you’ve ever been.”

The Menu Debate

Choosing what to eat was harder than deciding what to binge-watch on Netflix. Every dish sounded like a party we didn’t want to miss. Jerk chicken wings? Curry goat? Prawn roti?

“We’ll just order everything,” my friend declared with the confidence of someone who hadn’t yet considered their bank balance. 

Brian overheard and laughed. “Start with the wings and some roti. Trust me.” And trust him we did.

The Feast Begins

The jerk chicken wings arrived first, glistening like they’d been kissed by Caribbean sunshine. One bite, and my friend audibly moaned—like, loud enough to make the couple at the next table glance over.

“It’s not that good,” I teased, but then I tried one. It was that good.

Next came the prawn roti, a soft, warm wrap filled with spicy, saucy prawns that made us temporarily forget how to use words. We communicated solely through head nods and “mmmm” sounds.

Then there was the curry goat, so tender it practically fell apart on the fork. By this point, we were contemplating moving to Trinidad just to eat like this every day.

Funny Moments

Midway through the meal, my friend attempted to use the phrase “busy as a bee” to describe the bustling kitchen but accidentally said, “Busy as a Brian.” Brian overheard and shouted, “That’s my new tagline!” Cue the entire restaurant laughing while my friend turned tomato-red.

Later, we tried to take a selfie with our feast but ended up with a blurry shot of my friend dropping a wing. “Five-second rule!” they yelled, retrieving it like a hero. (Don’t worry, the table was clean.)

The Grand Finale

We ended the night with sorrel—a sweet and tangy Caribbean drink that Brian insisted we try. “It’ll cool down that spice,” he said with a wink. Spoiler: it didn’t. But it was so delicious, we didn’t care.

As we rolled ourselves out of Fish, Wings & Tings, my friend turned to me and said, “Best. Decision. Ever.” I couldn’t agree more.

Plan Your Visit

If you’re ready to spice up your life and laugh until your sides hurt, head to Granville Arcade, Unit 3. Fish, Wings & Tings is open Monday from 8am to 6pm and Tuesday to Sunday until midnight. Just don’t blame me if you can’t stop eating. Blame Brian. Or the tings.