“Everyone is so busy buying ‘organic artisan’ food from Broadway Market that the pie ‘n mash shop is empty. This is a TRAVESTY people.”
- Rob, a few weeks after the Superette popup.
Reviewing a popup is pointless and annoying. We went. You might have gone. You probably didn’t. You certainly can’t go now. So here’s a few pictures instead.
We enjoyed ourselves. The golden buns were fun, but serving burgers in boxes doesn’t help them maintain their shape very well.
A messy, busy, noisy night. We were there early, so didn’t suffer the wait that others did.
And London, don’t forget your pie ‘n mash shops.
[POP UP] Hot and Steamy Shacklewell Nights - Dalston
The chefs wear whites and everything. The big leagues.
It’s funny how it’s only really been nine months or so since I started visiting East London’s supper clubs, and the speed with which they seem to be proliferating and evolving.
We were lucky enough to visit Shacklewell Nights’ first evening of service, run by Claire from Green Onions and Jonathan from a little restaurant you might have heard of called St John. The concept, in their words:
They have joined together to cook the very best of seasonal British food to be enjoyed by diners in the relaxed and informal surroundings of the old clothing factory.
So essentially we have a highly experienced supper clubber teaming up with one of London’s most respected proper-British-type restaurants. And probably more of a focus on the dining room too rather than just the food. Expectations were high.
Shacklewell is divided into about four or five large communal tables in a buzzy, top floor industrial building. Dishes are served per table, with everyone passing them round.
We started with an excellent brown shrimp, samphire and potato starter, dressed to perfection. Just enough bite to the shrimp. Fresh and summery.
Following that was a platter of beautifully cooked duck legs on a bed of white beans and bacon. Both of these dishes were very simple with big, bold flavours. Very St John. Very seasonal. Most enjoyable.
Pudding was a sorbet with vodka shot palate cleanser followed by a blackberry fool with the most perfect shortbread biscuit you ever did taste. A well rounded meal with great like-minded folks, run like a ‘proper’ restaurant.
So Shacklewell certainly isn’t a supper club. It’s way too slick. You’re paying for those top-end ingredients and proper-restaurant service (the room seats fifty I think). The chefs wear whites and everything. The big leagues.
Of course, now I’ve written this, Shacklewell won’t be popping up again for another two months. So keep an eye on the Twitter account, and if you fancy a lovingly prepared British four courser with a friendly, knowledgeable crowd then it’s well worth a visit.
Shacklewell Nights - Dalston E8 Bookings via their website £35 for four courses and some wine + BYO
