Drawing inspiration from the deep-rooted culinary traditions of the Appalachian Mountains - a rugged, mountainous region stretching from southern New York to northern Mississippi - this backstreet Shoreditch hideaway is the restaurant we didn’t know we needed. Shaped by fire, whole-beast cooking and preservation techniques, head chef Ali Borer’s menu manages to mesh caveman food with counter dining, with remarkable grace.
The restaurant is no more than a small chef’s counter and a handful of window seats, ensuring everyone gets a front-row seat to the action. Borer - who once led the line as head chef of Smoking Goat - finds plenty of time in between blowtorching burgers and scorching sausages to guide us through his smoke-kissed take on Americana cuisine.
First off the pass are warm madeleines, made with cheddar, jalapeno and cornbread - a comforting triple threat of savoury, spice and stodge, liberally dunked in the US of A's greatest export: ranch dressing. Better yet are beef tartare tostadas, playfully stacked on top of one another and singing with pickled cucumber and fresh lime.
A mysteriously-labelled ‘tongue and head skewer’ is the sort of dish that’ll either make you run for the hills or sit up and take notice. Thin layers of offal are meticulously sandwiched together into a single meaty cuboid, lacquered with umami oyster sauce and finished with wisps of pork rind. It’s deeply indulgent, highly technical and impossibly delicious - the skewer against which all others should be judged.
There’s no stingy small plates business going on here: a giant bowl of ‘Kilt’ salad fizzes with sour pickles, mustard and miso, offsetting the hearty cheeseburger, which pairs beef chuck with ox heart for a richer flavour, balanced by a sweet wedge of tangy tomato.
Appalachia is like a social experiment that separates the trend-following foodies from the plate-licking, bone-sucking gourmands. Tomatoes are deep-fried rather than delicately sliced, skewers are strictly offal, and grits and rinds thread through the menu. For some, it could be a bush tucker trial, for others it’s a culinary joyride - and we sit firmly with the latter.