|Budget||Reasonably Priced (£30 - £40)|
|Nearest Station||Shoreditch High St|
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Like a lightning bolt from the heavens it dawned on Red. The people of this island knew nothing of True Barbecue. Of prime cuts, smoked low n' slow, infused with flavour, dripping with taste. The people were ignorant of glazes and rubs so mouth-wateringly glorious that they made angels weep with joy. They had been cursed with a plague of bad sausage, bog-standard burger and rodent-sized ribs.
Red knew that the people must be saved. He swore that no rib, sausage, breast nor burger would be cremated in his name. The people of Britain must be led to the light by a true saviour. At Red's we celebrate the regional differences of American barbecue. From the Carolinas in the North to the southern outposts of Texas, Red's serves up authentic plates of smoked meats and free table sauces for you, the faithful flock. So come forth this summer believers. Red awaits.
Their strapline is ‘Let there be meat’ and boy, do they live up to it. Inspired by their annual pilgrimages across the States, they bring rubs, smokes, ribs, steaks and everything in between to Shoreditch seemingly all in the Dirty Tomahawk Feast - two 1kg ribeye steaks, burnt beets, bacon-wrapped jalapenos, swine fries, blue cheese dip, mustard caviar, coriander slaw, brioche buns and Picklebacks. Not a place for the faint hearted, of course, but if you can’t stand the heat, you know where to go.