Been there, done that and I can finally die happy!
So what is or to be precise, was Burnt Enz?
Well, digest the following and you’ll get the idea:
i) Superb ingredients
ii) No frills, home-style outdoor cooking
iii) London’s homage to the legendary Asador Etxebarri (but at a fraction of a cost).
iv) Barbie-meister extraordinaire, David Pynt.
v) Perking up our gone-to-the-pan summer.
vi) The most temporary of all pop-up restaurants.
Skinny geezer and hefty stone ovens.
Beyond spoilt-for-choice menu.
Prep till you drop.
White coals and nowt but the whitest!
I thought about Babe and therefore;
“There was a time not so long ago when pigs were afforded no respect, except by other pigs; they lived their whole lives in a cruel and sunless world. In those days pigs believed that the sooner they grew large and fat, the sooner they'd be taken into Pig Paradise, a place so wonderful that no pig had ever thought to come back.”
I’m pretty sure this piglet was an utterly happy and boisterous free-ranger, and he did go to heaven after all.
Leeks and elephant garlic aioli
Not exactly the same as partaking in a calçotada but the cooking procedure was essentially the same.
Hot and spicy chicken wings.
Sublimely juicy and tender, beautifully spiced but not chilli-hot enough for me.
Fore rib of beef.
Served only medium-rare or go home and cry for mummy instead!
Charred gems and onions.
Black cod, samphire and fennel.
Nobu charges 42 quid for his version with miso.
Burnt Enz’s own was only £8 and it had three times more fish portions than the former…I digress.
Couldn't finish the 1kg beef, cancelled the famed sanger of brisket, onions and watercress, and made my own sandwich instead of leftover beef, sourdough bread, gem lettuce and mustard there and then to take away.
Let us keep our fingers crossed and hope that Burnt Enz reappear again next summer. Highly recommended.
Where’s the receipt? BE doesn't do receipts as cash is the undisputed king so there you have it!