It’s five minutes to six on a bitterly cold February evening and I’m waiting outside a bar near Carnaby Street. There are about eight people in the queue, rubbing their hands, stomping their feet and puffing cold air….
The problem with pop-ups is that it’s hard to pin them down.
The first time I went to Pitt Cue & Co was on a Monday night. But it was closed. The following Tuesday, I lured a group of friends there on the promise of succulent meat. But it was closed again….