Listen to me, this is very serious… If you haven’t been to Market on Main, you are amongst the living dead.
Or you are a red-headed stepchild.
I only found out this week that I have been hiding under a rock with no pulse. It was only this last Sunday that I joined a few friends at Market on Main for some “Sunday lunch” for the first time and I haven’t been the same since.
IT’S NOT YOU, IT’S MARKET ON MAIN
I have thought about what heaven is like many times but I never would have guessed that it was located in the Maboneng Precinct on the corner of Main and End street in JHB central.
Since Sunday, I have been in one big haze. My girlfriend thinks there’s another woman but the truth is, I just haven’t stopped thinking about all the different delicacies I savoured.
If you haven’t been yet, I implore (big word alert) you to do so. If your close friends and family haven’t told you about this place then they hate you. If you’ve been absurdly hungover on Sundays, often willing to chew your own arm off just to stay at home on the couch then I have a solution for you.
LIKE, HERE’S THE DEETS!
Market on Main happens every Sunday from 10am – 3pm as well as the first Thursday night of each month from 7pm – 11pm (besides January and April).
As you walk in, you see thirty or more stalls offering anything from burgers, pizzas, curries, paella and sushi to pastries, brownies, biscuits and smoothies. But the secret is hidden in the preparation of the food. All the ingredients are fresh with emphasis being on local production and everything is presented with finesse before your very eyes.
Here are some amazing cooks, chefs and even just everyday people trying to make your mouth water and your tummy full. The competition is fierce and although I assume the stalls make a fair bit of money, there really is only one winner: the customer.
At the end of the day, going to Market on Main is like going to your favourite fifty restaurants all at once. And while some Joburgers still think it best to keep their distance from the inner city on weekends, the truly awakened swarm toward the buzz that this creative space provides. Simply put, the atmosphere is unlike anywhere else.
DID I MENTION…
Red velvet cupcakes, raw hot chocolate, organic beer, wine by the bucket and bar one pancakes?
My advice is simple: ARRIVE HUNGRY, do a few stretches and make sure you bring your big boy wallet with you. It’s not that everything is even super expensive, you’re just gonna wanna spend your kid’s college fund. And it’s worth it.
FRISKY, ARE WE?
If after all that, you’ve still got a bit of life left in you, why not head up the road to a venue called “The Main Change”.
R50 gets you on top their roof top which overlooks the city while some sweet deep house music sets the scene for a grand remainder of your afternoon.
I’m telling you… You haven’t lived until you’ve been to Market on Main and connected with your inner city roots!
WANNA SEE MORE?
Here are some amazing photos provided by Darren Smithson a.k.a The Plumba to show you what I’m talking about: