Gran Sasso
Bright, bitter, built for the first ten sticks.
5.2%Abruzzo street food in London
Lamb skewers from the mountains of Abruzzo, grilled over live coal and eaten by the ten.
It's called Abruzzo. Mountains that hold snow into June. A coast lined with fishing huts on stilts. A shepherd culture so old it built its own roads.
Its most famous food fits on a stick. We brought the stick, the fire and the attitude.
In Abruzzo they're called arrosticini. In dialect, a single one is a rustell. Put it over a fire hot enough and you get Rusthell.
Small cubes of mutton, threaded on a thin wooden stick, cooked in under two minutes over coal. Nothing else. No marinade, no sauce, no plate.
Cut small on purpose (shown here raw): crisp outside, juicy inside, cooked in the time it takes to open a beer.
It drips on the coal, flares up, and the smoke flavours every piece above it.
Hold it like a pen, pull the meat off with your teeth. No knife, no fork, no plate.
Empty sticks go back in the tin. At the end, we count them. That's your bill.
The hills under the Gran Sasso, central Italy. Shepherds walking flocks between mountain and coast needed food that was fast, cheap and cooked on whatever fire they had.
Traditionally castrato: mutton from sheep raised on open pasture. Deeper than lamb, cleaner than you'd think, perfect over high heat.
Standing up in a tin, ten at a time, with bread soaked in olive oil. Salt goes on at the very end. Then you order ten more.
Arrosticini are cooked on a fornacella: a long, narrow steel trough, just wide enough for the meat, with the ends of the sticks resting on both rims.
The coal sits a hand's width below. The cook fans it, turns the whole row in one move, and the fat does the rest. Gas can't make that smoke. That's why we don't use it.
Mutton into fingertip cubes, fat kept on.
Lean, lean, fat. Repeat. Tight on the stick.
Coal glowing orange, never flaming.
The whole row at once, every thirty seconds.
Only at the end, straight onto the hot meat.
Immediately. Standing up is fine.
In Abruzzo, arrosticini are eaten standing around a fire after a long day outside. London eats standing up after a long day at work.
Same hunger, different weather. So we kept the fire, the stick and the dialect, and dropped them in the middle of London: loud music, cold beer, sticks piling up on the counter.
Hot coal needs cold beer. Ours comes from small Abruzzese breweries, brewed with mountain water and poured cold enough to hurt.
Concept line-up. The real breweries we pour will be announced with the opening.
Bright, bitter, built for the first ten sticks.
5.2%Malty and toasted, for the long walk to fifty.
6.0%A little beechwood smoke to echo the grill.
4.8%Cloudy, citrusy, sea air in a can.
4.5%Photograph your empty sticks, tag @rusthell and #postyourpile. The biggest pile of the month eats free the month after.
Instagram feed and guest reviews will appear here after opening.
London. Address landing soon. Follow the smoke.
Placeholder hours.
Location & directions