Just before writing this, I read this review by Jay Rayner on Avenue in London. It was about a high end restaurant, which seems to be jumping head first into the Americana trend. Head first, whilst shooting a revolver into the air shouting yeeHa, dressed as Gordon Gekko that is. Not a place I’ll be spending any time in. The Pit in Chapel Allerton also features some ‘traditional’ American dishes on its menu. However a supposed quick lunch, turned into 6 hours, 4 bottles or Prosecco and 3 courses. Admittedly in leaving we were a little less stable on our feet than when we arrived.
The Pit is recently relaunched, having previously been The Hub, and is part of the Arc group which also has Kobe, The Box and Trio on its books. Inside, it’s almost too polished – money has been spent trying to create an atmosphere that money can’t really buy. That said, I’m still a fan with plenty of cosy booths, friendly staff, great lighting and more wooden panelling than you can shake a stick at. We felt right at home. You’re also likely to be familiar with it’s big sister in the city centre which features Ping Pong tables (or wiff waff if you’re a massive tool) and a private area you can book, alarmingly called ‘The Bunker’. There’s a decent selection of beers with craft lagers including Jaipur, Brooklyn and Vedett. These are served as schooners, a trend I hope never takes off. Our table also made the most of ‘Fizz Fridays’ a decent bottle of Prosecco for £15, ideal after a long week at work.
The menu features the perfect range of American mains including ribs, steaks, burgers and lobster along with tempting sides such as Mac & Cheese, corn bread and BBQ beans. For those of you wondering whether this menu needs a public health warning attached don’t worry. The pit has a range of smaller lunch dishes (£6.96 meal deal with a drink), salads and even superfood dished featuring quinoa and bulgar wheat. The menu doesn’t try to cover every base and is all the better for it. The dishes are generally well thought out, with care taken to each element on the plate. Attention is also given to the ingredients which are locally sourced including fruit and veg from RK Harris and meat from Alan Morton Butchers in Horsforth.
In a frenzy of hunger, we ordered starters and mains to come together. The ‘Hot or not’ chicken wings were tender, sticky and above all tasty but made so much better with the butter milk dip. I’ve heard the ‘hot’ version will knock your socks off, be warned. The generous portion of nachos didn’t last long either, the home made guacamole the star or the show.
I plumped for the Boston Butt (a phrase I never thought I’d utter), featuring pretty much everything I’d want on a plate of food – Pulled pork, streaky bacon, apple sauce, corn bread, fries and coleslaw. The intensely rich, smokey pulled pork was a joy to get stuck firmly between your teeth and complimented well by the generous helping of apple sauce. The pork hid the tasty cornbread which was a little sodden underneath and the bacon could have been crispier. That aside, this dish really hit the spot. Pulled pork is everywhere these days but here all the bits of the plate made it more than a box ticking exercise. I will be back for this dish alone but will bring tooth picks. The rest of the table went for burgers. The Pit Master burger stood tall with a well-seasoned, juicy, burger topped with pulled pork & charbroiled chicken and dripping, tangy Monterey Jack cheese. All the dished featured chips, traditional French fries which had a great crunch with not a single one left on any plate.
Having moved onto the next notch on the belt (apologies for that image) we risked dessert. The star was the almost sickly sweet pecan pie. The warm pie with crumbly, buttery pastry topped with crunchy pecans and swimming in maple syrup was the highlight of the meal. The ice cream managed to just about cut through the tooth achingly sweet dessert. If you go, please order this! The fudge cake, although not served warm, was also a treat. Topped with swiss chocolate, it managed not to be too rich even after such a heavy meal.
Perhaps The Pit is trying to be a bit cool and may be it doesn’t quite manage it but I’m 28 now and I think I know how that feels. Neither is it the cheapest of nights out but the impressive refit, local produce and crowd pleasing dished I for one look forward to spending many a happy an hour in The Pit, avoiding schooners at my peril.