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Now offering much more than trendy, Old Street Roundabout or Silicon Roundabout to call it by its media name seems to be the buzz word for the ambitious tech savvy entrepreneurs. This hub of startups is fast becoming the energetic centre of businesses in East London and with it of course brings more footfall at lunchtime seeking sustenance and thankfully a new crop of independent eateries. The aforementioned Whitecross Street Market the location of nearly every lunchtime jaunt, the variety and competition there a real haven for those who like something more than the overpriced, mass produced chains.
Away from there though last Fridays choice was my second visit to Yum Bun’s new home on Featherblade St tapped onto the end of The Rotary Bar and Diner. Blink and you’ll miss it as this new outlet is as dainty as the soft pillowy buns they are famous for.
Reading online reviews tells me they started in 2010 just up the road at Broadway Market and gained a fierce reputation winning plaudits from the public and Michelin starred chefs alike Viajante’s Nuno Mendes describes them as ‘show stopping’. . I thought only I used OTT adjectives to describe lunch to jazz up this blog? Reassuring.
I’ve been keeping tabs on Yum Bun for some time as an old school friend had something to do with setting it up so was delighted to see their sign appear near my office a month or so ago. The concept is simple. A choice of filled steamed rice buns served with Asian salad and crispy dumplings with a cup of warm miso soup. Cost £7.50. The vegetarian option inevitably consists of a Portobello mushroom but we’re not here for that. It’s chicken, belly pork or beef.
I tried the pork on my first visit and as delicious as it was, I rather feel the beef stole the show so I order chicken. The Blythburgh pork offering however is what they made their reputation on and with sliced cucumber offering a fresh counter to the richness of the pork it’s easy to see why. A sticky char siu glaze on soft melt in the mouth belly pork.
The beef however is simply divine. Slow braised ox cheeks as good as I’ve eaten at Galvin La Chappele which I still dream of. The depth of flavour as notable as the melt in your mouth texture again with the bun playing second fiddle and offering the perfect vessel in which to serve hot, smoky, melt in the mouth morsels of slow braise cow.
If Heston Blumenthal was tasked with reinventing the McChicken sandwich, the chicken yum bun wouldn’t be far off his fait accompli. A tartar style sauce is used instead of mayo which gives it a slightly vinegary complexion; the tang of capers cutting through the subtlety seasoned fried chicken. The lightness of the buns allowing the crunch of chicken to be the main, enjoyable sensation. These are simple yet delicious mouthful of food I hope to, as long as they trade nearby to enjoy for a long time to come.

My second visit a week or so later reveals like all hidden gems, word has spread like wildfire and the queue is not out the door but snakes into The Rotary Bar & Diner which is where I opt for this lunchtime. Further reading tells me it’s a joint collaboration which given rental prices is sensible. The Rotary is another ever tiring slice of vintage Americana. Comfort eating with the tried and tested décor of everywhere else although with soft furnishings that doff their hat at this seasons Mad Men perhaps- at least a little more cosy. Given this particular pop up closes in December being on trend is essential so I’m not knocking it at all as it’s befitting of the canteen style food but I just feel it’s become to cliché. However this is a descent space and one I can imagine is fun for after work drinks and an early supper.
I can almost order without looking at the menu and sadly as good as my fried chicken bun is with fried breast smothered in a hot tangy sauce, creamy coleslaw and a brioche bun, it’s nothing stand out and for beef dripping chips refer to The Buckowski Grill. The menu lists head and trotter beans and belly ribs listed as coming soon? When? I’m sure asking one of the busy waiting staff would reveal all.. just disappointing as their presence would place them in the above average category but not so here. Still, The Rotary still seems to attract people in and it’s far better than the hugely limited Red Dog Saloon. The TGI Friday version of this genre. I am however delighted to discover they have The Ribmans Holy Fuck chilli sauce which is nothing short of heavenly for any chilli fiend. My tongue still tingling as I type I’ll be ordering some online when I post this.

Yum Bun 9/10 Rotary 6/10


With my waistline as my witness the London burger craze continues. I think not since ecstasy hit the clubs of Chicago and Manchester in the second Summer of love & the birth of house music has there been such widespread euphoria for one, galvanising object albeit slightly more calorific as the second coming of the humble burger. A mild exaggeration perhaps… but as we head into spring with street vendor-cum diner experiences flourishing in every borough, I wonder when the bubble will burst? Innovating, maybe not, but in austere times and sold at under a tenner a hit, the lure of a bigger food high than the last keeps me coming back for more.

Like Meatliquor and Pitt Cue before them, this current street food revolution still maintains several essential ingredient. Quality, quantity and quirkiness. Shot of pickling juice with your rye Sir? How about a dead hippie or a Bill Murray? Whilst naming your burger after a Hollywood hellraiser maybe a little gimmicky these aren’t serious dinning moments over notable occasions, business meetings or first dates. These are enjoyable 20 minute/ half and hour windows of comforting solace whereby you can graze on unsophisticated but delicious grub usually prepared by fortunate souls who’ve escaped the daily drudge and make a living doing something they love.

Since my last post, I’ve remained a devotee on a voyage of discovering new gems and with Whitecross Market situated near my office boasting The Wild Games Co, Hoxton Beach and Luardo’s amongst others to try for mostly under a fiver and Brixton Village on my doorstep at night this journey will remain so until I stop ignoring the tightening of every pair of trousers I own!

Worthy mentions of late go to Pizza Pilgrims, Mishkins, Rita’s and Big Apple Hot Dogs.. The later based near Old St Roundabout and absolutely bloody terrific.

Less so perhaps is Wishbone, a sister store to the Meatliquor crew. I feel reinventing fried chicken is one step too far and should be kept for those illicit moments stumbling home at 3am with greasy box of chicken bones covered in thick batter and tangy barbecue sauce that can only be enjoyed when taste buds have been completely neutralised by 40 units of alcohol. Just because these chickens have been given a field each to roam in and an iPhone, this greasy basket of fried chicken isn’t that much better than the ones served on every high street in the country only more expensive due to the bearded waiter being a hipster, not a Muslim.

An establishment worth going into more detail however goes to Patty & Bun on St. James’ Street. The formula for success has been executed perfectly here. Start small, build your fan base then open to mass praise from critics and burger aficionados alike. I went a couple of weeks ago on a Saturday afternoon with a couple of friends. A predicted queue met us on arrival but so did a friendly girl with a clipboard waiting to assist. Half an hour we were told and half an hour it was. Luckily it was a beautiful day so we didn’t mind at all. I think weekday lunchtimes might be more problematic when on the clock but this is not a concern.

The restaurant is a busy, buzzing & full of young people chowing down on fast food but not dissimilar to 20 or so establishments within a mile radius of P&B. The stripped back canteen style tables, scruffy chairs and tin cans of cutlery, paper towels & a good bassline to set the tone do much to separate this from others either. The menu is uniformly limited to 3 or 4 options with one the main event; The Smokey Robinson again presumably drawing from popular culture to give it an identity. But what a main event! To put it bluntly, The Smokey Robinson is a gamechanger. A big, beefy patty served medium rare on a bed of crisp lettuce leaf and tomato ketchup, Smokey P & B mayo, and topped with bacon, plenty of cheese, and great mounds of caramelized onions hugged together with glossy brioche bun. I hold the cheese but order fries, coleslaw and wings on the side. ‘slaw creamy, fries crunchy and wings unflappable but tasty.

Juicy is an understatement. The brioche bun oozes flavor as you bit into it with satisfied noises coming from my co-diners and myself. This is an utterly divine burger worthy of all the praise it gets. You catch people’s eyes gauging your reaction hoping you too have had a fast food epiphany. Yep, this is certainly one of those moments and has set a new benchmark previously held by Lucky Chip which I had long before I started this blog. On seeing a P&B stand at a recent food market, it took a lot of willpower to not repeat the experience allover again only to spoil sampling other offerings.

I think any shrink worth his or her weight in open ended questions would possibly reveal here sits a writer who longs to emulate his street food heroes, escape the 9-5 and set up camp in a market near you soon . Well they’d be right, but despite a very faltering start have yet to find a product, cuisine or dish I can perfect worthy of holding court with the above. Watch this space.


My criteria when picking somewhere new usually comes in the form of a thumbs up from Giles Coren and there’s no shame in admitting so. His Saturday review this is where I get all my new leads restaurant wise- there and Grace and Flavour although the two frequently overlap. I know chancing on a hidden gem is a bit cooler and happens every now and then in say Brixton Market but it’s rare so why not go where the experts go and enjoy some wit and cynicism whilst you’re at it? Not you AA Gill.

Situated in Hackney, Lardo is just up the road so pitched the idea to some friends and we went last night. A large room with exposed brick walls and a typically on trend working warehouse feel greats us with a huge pizza oven designed like a huge, shimmering disco ball glowing in the corner the focal point. I will note that the table is booked for seven o’clock and we didn’t all arrive until after half passed. The only person getting stressed about this was me, our waitresses are calm, friendly and very welcoming. Their happy to let us have a couple of beers and order some wine whilst we wait.

All seated, we opt to share two plates of fennel pollen salame, lardy loin and chilli coppa with olives and a cakey, slightly staler than focaccia bread. Lardo make their own charcuterie and for this reason was slightly alarmed at why they charge so much for it- £4.50 for 25g! I was led to believe that the reason you can eat 1lb of prosciutto (in one sitting) for under five euros in Italy was down to not having to pay hefty export charges? Could be wrong or maybe they can only make small quantities and it’s labour intensive or maybe they just know idiots like me will pay regardless? What you do get though is divine.

Charcuterie is something I dream about but divine might be a bit OTT but it is exceptional, melt in your mouth and moreish. Perhaps the 25g portion is just the industry norm and not designed for a greedy-guts like me, the price reflecting Hackney’s gentrification and likely knock on rental increase and not stingy after all *

Roast quail with strawberry grapes, aubergine with mint and ricotta and big fat burrata come next. I’m not keen on ricotta but the smokiness of the aubergine and fresh hit of the mint make it a very memorable dip. A slightly chunkier baba ghanoushalmost.

The biggest laugh of the evening comes when my friend describes the quail as a turkey for midgets and I jokingly try and carve it.. shouldn’t play with your food though should you? It’s juicy, rich and the zest of the strawberry grapes counter perfectly. The burrata is fine but I need to be eating something far more flavoursome to be taking on that amount of saturated fat guilt free! Another plate of charcuterie perhaps?

Pizza’s arrive and do not disappoint either, I opt for the black anise pepperoni option. With wood fired ovens in abundance and even in UK gardens these days, there’s not too much tweaking you can do to make a base stand out but these are beautifully made. Crisp, brittle crusts and fresh, doughy bases. The real star here though is the anise (no pun intended) salme which is aniseedy and perfect with the peppery rocket and exceptional tomato base. To do it justice I don’t mind pinching a line from Giles here ‘’probably the best single object for sale in Europe under a tenner.” I also try a slice of the lardo, rocket and marjoram. Again delicious but I’ve made the right choice with mine.

Weapons grade double espresso’s to finish ensure we don’t fall asleep at the table, thoroughly stuffed and pretty boozy. An all-round excellent evening, great service and one I have already recommended to friends. I will return. Soon.

£50 per head with service.

 *I email my review over to Lardo who come back this this interesting explanation on the salami:

 ‘Unfortunately we do make these in small batches from pigs that have a better life than most of us, which are then combined with the likes of fennel pollen which has been hand harvested by a lovely man called Francesco who charges more than the street price of Heroin for a gram of the delightful stuff. We would love to charge less for it, but unfortunately it tastes this good for a reason’



Can you profess to be a huge fan of Indian street food having never been to India? Last night I took the step from a Sunday night takeaway or cuzza with the boys to somewhere a little more upmarket.  

 Upper St Martins Lane is possibly my least favourite part of London, the low-rent part of the West End with shops selling Oxbridge hoodies and chain restaurants ten a dozen. Dishoom nestles amongst all of these without drawing much attention to itself from the outside, step over the threshold however and you’re transported away from one busy old city and into another. Old Bollywood film prints, tables with marble tops and tiled floors. Ceiling fans and stripped back, pendent lights intertwined in bunched knots add a contemporary take on colonial style. The chaotic, vibrant & lively restaurant floor evokes the Bombay Café vibe they’ve obviously strived to emulate. A mix of young couples, colleagues and friends make up the clientele  and an open kitchen bustles with chefs working double time to produce what look like delicious & varied dishes appearing at regular intervals.

 We’re seated downstairs in a comfy booth, the excited atmosphere of the main restaurant gives way to a more relaxed environment which allows us to settle in and scan the menu. Discovering I’m the only Dishoom virgin among us, my friends start recommending various dishes but as per, I’ve given the menu a great deal of prior due diligence online so ignore them and stick to my guns.

Our friendly waiter introduces himself to us and asks if we’ve been before and starts explaining how you should order. I dread this concept of having to point out how certain food’s should be eaten (I can’t use chopsticks). Gaucho Grill do this by presenting a 3 dimensional board of delicious cuts of steaks assuming the only marbling you’ve ever seen is on your Aunts faux fireplace. He seems a little put out that despite his pointers we’ll go it alone and order individually thank you. The dishes are served small so my friend says 3 dishes should do it. I order The House Black Daal, Gunpowder Potatoes and Dishoom Chicken Tikka.

A samosa or two come and go, rather dry and crumbly I’m afraid we wait hoping that everything else won’t arrive in drips and drabs- to our relief a short while later a huge serving tray full of small pots and plates arrive.

 Quite unlike any other daal I’ve had before, the house black version is earthy, rich and hearty with an almost buttery flavour. It’s got that  mac ’n’ cheese feel it’s so comforting. I could easily imagine myself tucking into a bowlful on a cold winters evening. Dare I say it would make a fantastic accompaniment to some rustic style sausages it’s so dense and the flavour mellow enough to carry a herb flavoured sausage or marinated meat.

Despite being warned off the gunpowder potatoes as being a dull choice I choose them anyway. The description reads ‘The seduction is in the tumble.’ My versions is of crushed, delicate potatoes with a crisp herb infused skin with aromatic spices. Their delicious and like the daal knocking a ‘Tarka’ for six these put the ‘Bombay style’ spuds firmly in the shade. These two dishes along with some cooling riata provide the perfect accompaniment to my favourite dish of the evening- The Dishoom chicken tikka.

 For me. Chicken tikka me evokes very fond memories of the drive home from prep school for the holidays at the end of each term. As a treat, my father would take me to a tandoor restaurant in Aberystwyth, the smells of the fresh onions, garlic and spices being cooked and tasting the marinated pieces of chicken were heaven after 10 weeks of bland dry food and gelatinous pieces of meat. Imagine Oliver Twist at an all you can eat buffet. I still love it now and last night’s effort may be the best I’ve had. A marinade of sweet vinegar is used instead of the traditional yogurt. Laced with ginger juice, turmeric, garlic and green chilli, the tender pieces of chicken are heavenly and with a twist of lemon confirm my returning here very soon all by themselves.

Comfortably stuffed, a last round of drinks ordered and our table cleared. I notice a promotional postcard on our table. It catches my eye as it appears to be an old film still of Michael Caine throwing a punch from the superb British 60’s film Get Carter. The relevance only became apparent when looking up the meaning of Dishoom this morning. It’s the old Bollywood sound effect produced when a hero lands a good punch, or when a bullet flies through the air.

Dishoom takes all of the authenticity of what it’s trying to create here in London and using iconic imagery from Bollywood to Pinewood  and popular Indian street food  delivers a hell of a punch.

La Bodega Negra


Scrutinising a restaurants reviews online before going  has been a habit of mine for a while. I justify this due to the choice and variety on offer and feel it’s important to get a taste of what’s to come before you commit.

When a  restaurant explodes onto the scene with  hype and plaudits it quite often under delivers. It’s not their fault and the hype generated certainly is good for queues out the door, turning tables and being fully booked for weeks in advance – Meatliquor springs to mind. Likewise, when a restaurant is so roundly criticised by critics and previous diners comments alike it’s got to be awful- Beach Blanket Babylon.. or so I thought.

I ate at Beach Blanket Babylon in Notting Hill for a friend’s birthday last year and the customer reviews I’d read suggested this would be one of the worst dining experiences of my life and urged me not to go. In fact it turned out to be excellent. Attentive, knowledgeable waiters, delicious food and wine and not the overpriced bill I’d expected so now my only excuse is interest in how people gauge an enjoyable dinning esperience from my own.

 So it was again down to the reviews and a little hype that I booked  La Bodega Negra several weeks ago for my girlfriends birthday. We secured a table for 7pm on Friday. The reviews  a mixed bag of high praise and could-do-better mediocrity to preconceive my expectations. Telling friends where I was going, I had a lot of ‘ah, the one with the sex shop facade’ so hoped it wasn’t going to be a case of style over substance.

 Having walked through the neon lit doors we are met by two friendly gents sporting waistcoats and top hats peaked at jaunty angles who make a bit of a fuss over getting my jacket off us with ‘want me to hang that up babes?’ I can’t remember what affectionate greeting they address girlfriend with but I was puzzled at the connection between Mexican food, theatrical greeting and seedy entrance other than the obvious one of blending in with its surroundings. A mannequin dressed in a gimp suit cuts a lonely figure behind the front desk, listing to one side as if suffering the aftereffects of one too many tequilas and fallen victim to the door staffs dressing up box. It is however quirky and a bit silly so can’t offer too much criticism. It’s Friday night and we’re in Soho so why not but let’s eat first.

 We descend into a cosy basement bar following a rather falical neon arrow passed an open, bustling kitchen into the dining area. The only Mexican vibe I’m picking up so far is the original and witty use of vintage anatomical diagrams with lucha libre wrestling masks painted over their heads. The staff are young, attractive and in abundance. For somewhere reputedly difficult to book a table, it’s surprisingly empty but boy are there some staff there- I count 15 waiting staff alone. This does create a slightly rushed experience to begin with as they buzz about but now seated, we soon settle in with the arrival of frozen apple and lychee margaritas and Negra Modelo swiftly joined by some sesame tostadas and guacamole. The tostadas come as rather large,  tasteless corn discs and are not very user friendly, the guacamole however is chunky, fresh and flavorsome.  The frozen margarita’s, sharp, citrusy and boozy the beer ice cold.

 A mish mash of music plays at a lively volume but we’re able to hear ourselves without shouting.  West End Girls to The Pixies ‘Here Comes Your Man’ play, the soundtrack here confirming they know their target audience it’s just a shame it’s interspersed with non-descript Euro house and the abrasive r&b din they play at underwhelming ‘exclusive’ west end nightclubs for footballers and the audibly impaired.     

Perusing the menu as if I hadn’t already online, I chose lamb with drunken salsa tacos to start as our waitress pointed out it was taken from the slow roasted lamb also served as a main which I’d struggled not to order. With a squeeze of lime the lamb is as tender and melt in your mouth as you’d expect and the salsa is now drunken and fiery with the inclusion of some habanero sauce. These are delicious just regrettably served as a pair as I could easily have eaten four or five. We also order the chorizo and potato tacos, the chipotle smokiness moorish and flavoursome, the salsa again zingy and fresh but playing second fiddle to the lamb.

 Not an aficionado in terms of what’s authentic and what’s not having last been to Mexico aged 4, there is no mistaking quality &fresh ingredients. With this in mind I use Wahaca as the bench mark as the street food, canteen style they offer there is always fresh, delicious and importantly very reasonably priced. As La Bodega Negra offers a more grown up, fine dining take on Mexican food, a foray into street food better be excellent. As good as it was, it certainly wasn’t a cut above the successful chain alternative.

 I chose the pork belly mezcal with salsa verde and potatoes, mole negro to follow. My girlfriend has the red snapper on a bed of spinach with vera cruz style sauce and said it was delicious. Not being a fan of seafood I can only take her word for it.

The speed in which our tacos had arrived had made us feel slightly hurried and our 2 hour time limit was not at all in danger of running over. Our waitress was efficient, knowledgeable and friendly when seeking recommendations but from being seated to having our starters cleared all happened in around 20 minutes. Our mains arrive reassuringly with a pause in proceedings, had they come out production line style there would be serious concerns however it arrives and instantly hits the right notes. Two large cuts of belly pork with salsa verde on a bed of black beans arrive, the portions almost too generous.

The side order of fried potatoes quite possibly surplus to requirements but the accompanying mole negro warm, earthy and use of dark chocolate executed perfectly. I will add my perception of how perfectly executed this is only due to knowing how not to perfectly execute use of dark chocolate with my homemade chilli con carne’s being a case in point!

 We are left to enjoy, take our time and order more drinks. Pudding is not necessary as we want some energy for drinks elsewhere so we pay and make our way into the Soho night.

 I think there is a lot right with La Bodega Negra, the service is first rate and ingredients excellent however feel it’s slightly overpriced and a little unsure of its identity. I fear the statement entrance and reputation as a celeb haunt will carry it and the tweaks here and there will go unnoticed. I would recommend it but probably wouldn’t return.

Writing about food is something I’ve wanted to do for a while. Not possessing a journalists finesse and style or critics palate I thought I might be able to do a little better than making agreeable noises when friends ask for a recommendation here or there and using adjectives such as ‘the business!’.  

So it is with a little trepidation that I write this, let alone share. I might preview to my girlfriend and gauge levels of sincerity with any positive feedback I receive.

Pitt Cue

The transition from street vendor to small pop up restaurant is proportionate only to the exceptional quality that a lot of London venues now offer outside of the fine dining experience. It seems Meatliquor and Pitt Cue are the forerunners to a plethora of new pop up style rough and ready outlets that let their food do all the talking and footfall of customers answering their critics.

Wednesday night wasn’t my first visit to Newburgh Street and into the 30 cover gem that is Pitt Cue Co. Formerly the star attraction of the food stalls on The South Bank, PCC expanded to their Soho residence at the start of this year.

 Before I start, I ‘d like to point out that pulled pork and high end ‘cue has become something of obsession since I missed a ferry to Manhattan from a flea market in Brooklyn last year.

Friends and I chanced upon it one Sunday having rented an apartment in Williamsburg. Keen not to spend all our stay in various states of sobriety we went off the beaten track for a cursory browse of the market only to find it very much like London’s equivalent. Full of tat only hipsters buy to try and qualify their originality. A cynical bunch, we’d sussed it and decided to push off.

As we made our way to the pontoon, a long line of people caught my eye. You know something’s up when you see 40+ standing patiently on a cold November afternoon and not a nightclub door in sight. They weren’t there for the 2nd hand American Apparel leggings, repro Rolling Rock crates and ironic lapel badges either. They were there for brisket, beef ribs and pulled pork. This was Mighty Quinn’s. A two tonne smoker, a chopping block, hot brunette wielding a meat cleaver and an evident reputation. I had the pulled pork with pickles in a brioche bun and have been dreaming of it ever since.

And so to Pitt Cue. I took my girlfriend here on one of our first dates having, I guess either read about it from Giles Coren or Jay Rayner. Having eaten at the excellent Caravan on Exmouth Market I wanted to see if the slightly less elegant option of ribs, bourbon and beer would appeal. 9 months later we returned on Wednesday at her request for her birthday.

 Five of us in total, we arrived early and put our names down with a very pleasant lady. This is a first come first serve policy adopted by most other places of the moment. Pitt Cue even have a disclaimer stating: ‘We are not trying to be cool but sadly there are only 30 seats and we just can’t think of a better and fairer system than first come, first served.’  Fair do’s, but when ambience and intimacy aren’t being sought after, a German style beer hall Pitt Cue would do me with pretty fräuleins serving steins of beer and vast trays of meat.. I digress.

After a short wait and a drink from the bar, we’re ushered down a small staircase to a tiny basement. Menu’s are quickly distributed and drinks ordered. Due to the restricted number of covers, tables are turned quickly and we order without delay. Specials include brisket and a cut of beef called ‘the grasscutter’ a rare cut of beef that has been spied on another diners table and ordered by 2 of our party. I hesitate but being a creature of habit order the St. Louis ribs with a green chilli slaw.

Food, like the service arrived promptly on  tin trays, prison issue style with green chilli ‘slaw and a thick wedge of sourdough on the side.

You wonder if ribs served in the UK up until now had all belonged to malnourished pigs when you see these thick, heavy slabs of tender pork smoked to perfection and oozing a sweet cure bbq sauce that reduce our table to the aforementioned noises I’m trying to steer away from.

The inclusion of sourdough becomes instantly apparent as the juices from the meat and pickled veg mingle waiting to be mopped up and savoured when everything else has been dispatched.

This is gluttony on a new level, table manners left at the door. A flurn of napkins now liberally applied to faces and hands every couple of mouthfuls as meat falls off the bone with ease, the fresh slaw providing the perfect crunch to the melt in your mouth texture of rib meat and warmth of the green chilli only adding another dimension. I defy anyone to have space for pudding. In 40 minutes it’s all over and we leave. We’ve been looked after by polite and efficient staff, have enjoyed what I consider to be one of the most satisfying places to eat and not charged the earth for it- around £25 a head with drinks.

I’m left wondering how PCC get it so right when the formula is so simple and others get it so wrong or in comparison, don’t care enough. I looked up that place in Brooklyn and found a quote from the owner which sums up the level of commitment I find at Pitt Cue: “I’m trying to source the best quality ingredients and not fuss with them too much. Cooking the old school way, with wood and time. It’s pretty transparent, there just aren’t a lot of people out there that will tend a fire for 20 hours day after day. Essentially I am a masochist with salt and sauce.”


Sharing a labour of love like that will ensure the queue will only grow and despite using the word ‘pop up’ several times in this first attempt at a review, I believe and hope that far from popping up, Pitt Cue will stay firmly put.


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