Bradford’s always been a unique mixture of sturdy northern English virtues and immigrant zeal. Accordingly, it’s always been turbulent but vibrant too. Even before the economic crisis, it had experienced problems between its old and new populations – the white Yorkshire hardcore and the Asians who now make up a quarter of the city.
This two-part film is an unashamedly glass-half-full affair, accentuating the positive and emphasising the profits in cultural synergy. There’s Graham, who took the trouble to learn a few words of Urdu and is now both builder and gravedigger of choice for the Muslim community. And Rajan, who – in an uncanny echo of the ‘Goodness Gracious Me’ sketch in which the gang ‘go for an English’ – is trying to export fish and chips to India.
The jaunty, slightly twee tone – and the decision to ignore certain economic and social realities – will grate on some. But in recent years, we haven’t been short of films foregrounding shrill, deluded Islamists or spiteful, pea-brained EDL types. It doesn’t hurt to point out that, for the most part, multiculturalism is actually pretty functional.
This popular ramen joint group continues the expansion with its fifth Bone Daddies in the capital (not counting Flesh & Buns in Covent Garden and Shackfuyu in Soho, which are run by the same folk). Giving a New York edge to Japanese cuisine, Bone Daddies is known for its rock 'n' roll soundtrack and street-vendor aesthetic. This branch, which is walk-in only, is split over two floors, with an open kitchen downstairs and lots of timber and metal materials. Food comes in the form of wok-fried noodles, or tonkotsu broth. They also specialise in skewers robata-grilled (slow grilled over charcoal) here, featuring chicken, ox cheek, prawns and shiitake mushrooms in such marinades as kimchee butter and sweet chilli ponzu.
Venue says: “Bone Daddies Marylebone is now open from noon until late, serving new wok and robata dishes alongside Bone Daddies favourites. See website”