This Southern-style American BBQ joint started life in a mobile catering-truck under the Hungerford Bridge. Then a few months ago, Tom Adams and Jamie Berger dragged their pork-pulling-cocktail-mixing skills to Soho: a tiny establishment that can uncomfortably seat about 30 hip and hungry, ensuring the queues are long, the meat slow-cooked.
While the place buzzed and crackled to the sounds of Hendrix, a pair of New York Sours from the well stocked bar, which offers a wide range of bourbons, eased the wait. The menu is small, beautifully formed, and vegetarians are welcome (but not catered for, sorry Tom). They do pork and beef a couple of different ways, £10-£12, a choice of sides at £3.50 a pop, and a specials board, but here it’s all about the oink.
We shared ribs, slow-cooked pulled-pork, sides of slaw, mash & burnt bits, and a jar of pickled things. The food came lip-sticky, unctuous and smoky, the pickles and slaw crunchy and sharp, a perfect accompaniment to the sweet BBQ sauce we sucked from our fingers.
For me the pulled pork was the winner and I could happily have eaten the whole jar of creamy mash topped off with ‘burnt’ bits of pan-scraped chewy pork.
Too full for dessert, it was our loss: no Sticky Bourbon Pudding and Salted Caramel icecream (*swoon* – Mrs Kentishtowner) this time.
Words & Pics: Joanna Gardetta
