You know those greasy, giant aluminium hell holes they used to call ‘burger vans’? The lard-coated, acrid smoke filled chambers of horror where aged onions took their last breaths before being entirely submerged in blubber? The ones staffed exclusively by overweight, filthy-aproned, spatula-wielding maniacs? Well they’re cool now.
Islington restaurant John Salt caused quite a stir when it opened under the tenure of Chef Ben Spalding – who made people lick actual bricks for some reason. He then left in a hurry, and was replaced by Pitt Cue’s Neil Rankin, who, it is claimed, was somewhat of a charcoal grill/big pieces of piggy meat hot shot. He’s since upped sticks, and been replaced by this gravy loving chef-man.