Secret eating

My partner catered for a 'secret dining society' event this evening round the back of Digbeth. It's a run down area of former industrial warehouses, a go kart track and some plush remodelled offices alongside the canal, which is where the cooking was going down. A dull day turned into a sunlit evening, the air was filled with the smell of carnitas, ribs and boudin balls, and the canal rippled on quietly in the background.