my weakness for pop ups is no secret and the mister recently sniffed out one in hackney! the clever people behind it managed to transform the rooftop into a slice of the pacific north west (lumberjack clothing optional!) and we were greeted with roasted marshmellows and hot toddies at the door. it was one of those cheeky ticketed events so we paid in full before. i guess the thing about pop-ups with their makeshift kitchens is not to expect anything too fancy. nor too much choice! we had simple, hearty fare off paper plates (sigh) but done well. we'd chicken wings, ribs, sloppy joes and cheeseburgers, rounded up by pancakes or waffles for dessert. the massive meat servings added up and we so stuffed by the time dessert rolled round that i swapped mine for more hot cider :)
to give ourselves some digestion downtime, we cosied up under the thick blankets and hung around after for live campfire songs.
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