Just when you thought Newtown couldn’t pack in another funky, bespoke venue, Miss Peaches comes along. As their catch phrase suggests – “nothin’ mo’ better!” – Miss Peaches is the perfect haven to sate your appetite for retro kitschery, soul food and a bangin’ cocktail or two.
On this Sunday evening, the atmosphere is buzzing. The questions of eager patrons perforate the air – “What are grits?”, “What are collard greens?”, and for me, the old “What do you recommend?”
Everything was recommended, so I opt for the Sliders. The fillings are naughty and comforting on a chilly winter’s night. A special shout-out to the rib slider, oh and to that amazing maple bacon ketchup you dunk the Tater Tots in. Bacon, demigod of the deli, is there anything you can’t do? Grits, in case you were wondering (apart from being something you kiss) is made of cornmeal and has a consistency like polenta. It is fairly bland in flavour but makes for hearty fare when smothered in gravy and strips of beef – as per the Grits and Gravy Beef.
You won’t go thirsty at Miss Peaches. The slick crew of lads and lasses, lead by the tall bearded gator, James Snelgrove, know how to mix a drink. Aside from the tasty cocktails on offer (the New York Sour is the perfect splash to calm your frayed nerves) there is a fine stash of American craft beers, wines and fun sodas to choose from. The Watermelon Fizz is frivolity in a glass.
Covering every base, the looks, the food, the alca-ma-hol, a night out at Miss Peaches will bite you hard, in a good way. If Miss Peaches were a real lady, she wouldn’t be a Miss for very long…
