Arcade Food Hall & Bar Battersea Power Station Menu

Okay, let’s talk about the Arcade Food Hall & Bar inside Battersea Power Station. You know, the giant art-deco building that’s now a mall? The one that looks like it’s waiting for a giant cat to come sit on it? Yeah, that one. Nestled inside, past the designer shops and the smell of money, is this massive, loud, wonderful chaos called Arcade.

It’s not just a food court. Oh no, that feels insulting. It’s a multi-sensory circus where you can eat your way around London without leaving your chair. Or, more likely, while constantly getting up to see what’s happening at the next stall. The menu is a passport stamp collection, but edible.

The Meat: Serious Business

First, you have Flank. They do grilled meat and it’s not messing around. We’re talking steaks that look like they could wrestle you and win. Get the rump cap—it’s buttery, it’s beefy, and it comes with this chimichurri that makes you forget your own name.

They also do a brisket bun. It’s a sloppy, glorious mess. You will need three napkins and possibly a shower afterward. Worth it? Absolutely. Just don’t wear a white shirt. Trust me on this one.

Asian Alley: A Flavor Punch

Then you drift over to Manna, which is Korean. Their fried chicken is a religious experience. It’s double-fried and glazed in a sauce that’s equal parts sweet, spicy, and addictive. I’m pretty sure they lace it with happiness.

Right next to it is Phat Phuc (yes, that’s its name, and yes, it’s hilarious). They do Vietnamese bánh mì and noodle bowls. The pork belly bánh mì is a crunchy, juicy masterpiece. It’s like a hug for your mouth, but with more coriander and sriracha.

Doughy Goodness and Grease

There’s a pizza place called L’Antica Pizzeria da Michele. You might know it from that one movie about a guy who eats pizza in Naples. It’s the real deal. The dough is blistered, the sauce is tangy, and the mozzarella is a puddle of joy.

But sometimes you want a burger. That’s where Burger & Beyond comes in. Their double cheeseburger is a tower of beef, American cheese, and pickles. It’s not fancy. It’s perfect. You’ll finish it in six bites and immediately consider ordering another one.

Salads? Sure, Okay.

If you’re feeling virtuous (or you ate too much at Flank), hit Yard Sale Pizza for… wait, that’s still pizza. Actually, Beany Green does a proper acai bowl. It’s cold, it’s healthy, it’s full of granola and berries. It’s the responsible friend who reminds you to drink water.

But let’s be real: you’re probably here for the chicken karaage from Senor Ceviche. It’s Japanese-style fried chicken with a Peruvian twist. Crispy, limey, and gone in 30 seconds. You’ll fight your friends for the last piece. No shame.

The Bar: Where Things Get Hazy

Now, the bar. It’s called Arcade Bar (creative, right?). They do cocktails that are basically art projects. The Smoky Margarita is served in a glass that looks like a science experiment. It tastes like a campfire married a lime, and they had a beautiful baby.

They also have natural wine. Like, funky natural wine. It’s the kind that tastes a bit like a barn, but in a good way. Don’t ask questions. Just drink it. They also do a killer gin and tonic with a huge slice of grapefruit.

If you’re feeling overwhelmed by choice (which you will be), just get a pint of the local ale. It’s cold, it’s crisp, and it pairs with everything. Especially the fried chicken. Especially.

Dessert: The Grand Finale

Do not skip dessert. There’s a stall called Bun House that does these steamed buns filled with custard. They’re soft, pillowy, and filled with a sweet, yellow goo that tastes like childhood. Order a dozen. You’ll eat them all while walking around.

And then there’s Gelupo, the gelato place. Get the salted caramel. It’s so good it makes you want to cry. Or the pistachio, which is nutty and green and tastes like Sicily in a cup. One scoop is not enough. Two is a minimum.

Final Advice: Go Hungry, Leave in a Coma

The best part about Arcade? It’s chaotic. You wander, you point, you eat. There’s no reservation stress. Just grab a plastic fork and a stool. You’ll sit next to a family, a couple on a date, and a guy eating noodles at 4 PM. It’s beautiful.

My only tip: go with friends. That way, you can order the brisket bun, the karaage, the pizza, the gelato, and the burger, and share them all. Or don’t share. Be selfish. It’s your money. But honestly, sharing is the way to try everything. And you want to try everything.

So next time you’re at Battersea Power Station, skip the fancy sit-down restaurant. Head to the ground floor, follow the noise and the smell of grilled meat, and let Arcade take you on a culinary rollercoaster. Just bring stretchy pants. And napkins.