…it’s a brand new concept in dining, promising to work with the best food vendors, chefs and cooks from Wales to create an independent food court and weekend warehouse dining experience.
What this means in reality is a deserted warehouse decked out with furniture made from old pallets, cable drums, and logs; dead tree boughs stuck upright into yet more cable drums; fairy lights and bare neon tubes; “street art”; and the food vendors selling from a variety of trailers, converted garden sheds, and recycled bar furniture.
There were a couple of teething problems. Come 9:30pm the whole place was filling up with smoke and the warehouse’s roller-shutter doors had to be raised a foot or so, which doesn’t bode well for the winter months. And perhaps more seriously, the benches started collapsing with the result that a couple of guys started circulating armed with wood struts and an electric screwdriver. Oh yeah: and the art needs to be a lot better.
As you can see from the poster above, the food on offer was somewhat one-dimensional: lots and lots of fried meat. More consideration needs to be taken to get a good balance: we thought a vegetarian option (other than the obligatory veggie pizza) and a decent coffee were the essential items missing here tonight.
Proof of the pudding though: we had a really good time. The food was good, the music selection hugely enjoyable (a deal-killer otherwise), and it was all very atmospheric.
Part pop-festival, part post-apocalyptic township, part fashion runway—think Mad Max or Fallout III or one of William Gibson’s gomi-built dystopias—eating out on a Saturday night has just acquired a shambling, barely coherent, but very friendly alter-ego. Promising: let’s hope they develop it intelligently.
[Thanks to Alison and Pete for the heads-up.]
[Update 09.10.14: according to The Guardian, it looks like everyone’s at it. Ho hum…]