It’s a damn shame when a venue is far inferior to the food its serving. I suppose we’re lucky it doesn’t happen more often, given that I’ve loved far more meals than I have pubs that served them, though that may be partly down to by marginally irrational hatred of sub-standard service. Wiggies’ service is wonderful (their staff take food orders and deliver meals), but as I’m sure you’ve gathered by now, The Sun & 13 Cantons made me gently irritable. There were three reasons for this; it was absolutely packed with after-office drunkards even at 8pm on a Wednesday, the table we miraculously snuck onto hadn’t been wiped down for long enough that it was glossy with flat lager, and the music was the sort of loud that normally comes with a letter of complaint from the council. All this reduced the enjoyment of our Pig Macs considerably, though they still come highly recommended. The moist pulled pork was beautifully complimented by its in-bun condiments, and curly fries are always a joy, let’s be honest. I believe that Wiggies’ Soho residency is about to come to an end, so hopefully they’ll set up shop somewhere a touch less blasé about their dinner guests next.