"Joining a cult has never ranked particularly high on our list of things to do—who knows if the prospective leader will let us eat KitKats. Alas, we have found a charismatic leader that we’re willing to follow—and in a plot twist no one saw coming, it’s Marmite butter on sourdough. That’s just the power of the live fire cooking at Acme Fire Cult in Dalston. There’s the sensual coupling of bone marrow and Dorset crab on toast, the buzzing open barbecue siphoning a permanent waft of pork chop and smoked potato across the covered terrace, and a feelgood mood that’s like taking a bubble bath in 60 pints of IPA. This place has officially entered our rotation of ultimate places to gather a few mates for good times and great food." - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing, rianne shlebak
