They say that fate is a cruel mistress.
Well that certainly wasn't the case on our final day in London earlier this month.
The sunshine disappeared and was replaced with drizzle meaning we needed to get indoors. In our efforts to find Choccywoccydoodah and some new converse trainers, we ended up getting lost around Soho.
In a fortunate turn of events, we stumbled upon Pitt Cue Co purely by accident. A small, unassuming building which looked nothing like a meat lovers paradise.
This place has been on my radar ever since I got my hands on the Pitt Cue Co. Cookbook. With there being only 30 seats in the tiny restaurant, I didn't think we would ever get a chance to savour its delights.
Thankfully fate was on our side today. With no queue in sight on this Sunday lunchtime it was an obvious choice.
A cryptic menu was pinned to the net curtains in the window but I only had to read the words 'Pulled Pork' and I was already through the door.
When you first enter the restaurant it is striking just how small it is. Like an old saloon in the States there are bourbons on display and stools to sit at the bar. It didn't look big enough from the outside and where were the tables?
We were led downstairs to a dim and compact dining room which gives you the feeling of being in a genuine barbecue joint somewhere in deep Louisiana.
Our helpful waitress gave us a rundown of the menu and we ordered a couple of cocktails.
The drinks were different, mainly bourbon based cocktails, strong enough to put hairs on your chest but absolutely delicious.
Bourbon, Cider, Lemon, Ginger Syrup
Bourbon, Cointreau, Lemon, Bitters
Served with sourdough, pickle and green chilli slaw. The perfect specimen of pulled pork.
I am getting flashbacks of this meal right now and damn, I want it again. Immediately.
A perfectly toasted brioche bun with a juicy beef patty that satisfies even the most demanding of burger eaters. The meat melted in your mouth.
The best thing we ate all week. Thick, rich and creamy with beef gravy and bone marrow it was the perfect accompaniment. By an absolute mile the best mash you can find. Anywhere.
Our meal at Pitt Cue Co. made my weekend in London complete. It was a unexpected surprise find on this miserable rainy Sunday.
One thing is for sure, it's one of the only places I'd be willing to queue for!