All the reviews of this place seem generally positive, and with barbecue being done right in London the past few years (Miss P’s, Pitt Cue, SmokeStak and Big Easy to name a few of my favourites) we decided to stroll down and check this place out on a sunny Saturday afternoon.
Just 15 years ago, I would have declared Brits the kings of queuing. I remember waiting for a bus to school in the morning, and a good 50 strong single file of commuters quietly snaking down the road. Nowadays, it’s more like a rugby scrum trying to board, God have mercy on people trying to disembark. In the past few years, queuing has gone through a renaissance, thanks to trendy no reservations restaurants luring hipsters in like 2-4-1 skinny jeans.