the list of ‘must try’ restaurants and bars on my iphone is getting slightly ridiculous. i would have to eat out every night for months to get through them all. and london being london, every week i add two or three new pop-ups and new openings to the top of the list.
inevitably, this means venues i was dying to try accidentally get shafted lower down and i forget about them. this is how exactly how i managed to let pitt cue co. go untested for months. big mistake. big. huge.
happily, i rectified the situation recently when i was in need of a casual dining spot after watching the beach volleyball on horse guards parade. we were after something yummy in walking distance, so i called up my handy list and had a scroll through, and spotted pitt cue co. looking all forlorn and neglected down the bottom.
the bbq joint, run by friends tom adams and jamie berger, started out life as a street food truck before setting up shop just behind carnaby street – so conveniently located for a post-work or shopping casual meal.
we made our way over to the tiny little eatery. they have a no booking system, not because they’re trying to be cool, says their website, but due to their teeny tiny size. our waiter informed me there was only room for 18 down in the basement, with a few more perched at the counter upstairs. we had to wait just over an hour, but following the volleyball, the sunny skies and a few glasses of wine, we were in a jovial mood and didn’t mind standing outside sipping drinks and people watching in the balmy weather.
i ordered one of their knock-your-socks-off cocktails and some hot wings to satisfy our rumbling tummies while we waited. i was particularly enamoured with the little sheep they gave us for our tab.
there aren’t too many items on the menu, but what they do, pitt cue co. do incredibly well. we ordered the pulled pork, pork ribs, and sides of baked beans, baby gem lettuce salad and bone marrow mash.
the pulled pork was tasty and moreish, while the marrow mash was decadently delicious and the baked beans the real, hearty type. mouth watering stuff.
the showstopper, undeniably, was my pork ribs dish. holy moly. so incredibly tender and pink, the meat simply slid off the bone to melt on your tongue. i couldn’t get enough. i was loathe to share them. i attracted stares from fellow diners with my somewhat indecent moans of pleasure. please go there and order them immediately, i beg of you.
despite groaning in satisfaction, we were convinced to give their constantly changing dessert menu a try, and opted for an eton mess and some sort of delicious battered banana in caramel thing that i can’t quite remember the name of but certainly remember the taste – yum.
there are so many restaurants dotted around london these days claiming to be the hot new place to eat and be seen, some living up to the hype, others all talk and no taste. pitt cue co. is the former. i’m not one for lining up for food, but having resigned myself to this no reservations trend that just won’t go away, this place’s ribs are something i would happily wait hours for.
pitt cue co. are on newburgh street in soho, just behind carnaby. here is their website.