I confess, I had not been until last week. My credibility as a food blogger must be brought into question by that , but, in my defence, it was only a month ago that I started eating meat again so don’t judge the Judge too harshly. And you can’t come here without eating meat.
I’d had one of those mornings and I needed to commit carbicide. I grabbed a colleague and told him we were going for a burger. I’m not sure it was quite what he was expecting from me but there you go. I’m bored with our internal meeting rooms and this seemed like a good substitute.
I’d been to this restaurant, a 70′s monstrosity, in two of its previous incarnations. Both of them were so dire, it was no surprise that they shut, so it was novel to see that there were actually people in there.
And when I say “see”, I use the term rather loosely because it is so dark, even at lunchtime that you can hardly see anything . You can hear the loud music though. Over which I will draw a middle-aged veil.
And they haven’t spent anything on the decor . It looks like they got a bunch of schoolchildren to do an art project on the walls, based on Halloween and graveyards. There’s a lot of black and red and dangling wires. It’s grunge-tastic.
And yes, I realise that I’m probably three generations older than the target market but, having reached the venerable age of 50, I find that frankly, I don’t give a damn.
And I don’t normally hold with the “no queueing” thing, but it was a Wednesday lunchtime at 12.45 and we walked straight in. I think the queues are
worse in the evening. The music probably is too.
And it’s the business. Burgers are served on an enamel tray,there is no cutlery. Onion rings, the size of your fist, are plonked directly onto the tray and you get a large kitchen roll, which you will need, because the burgers are moist and large and the sauces will drip down your face and onto your clothes. Or is that only me?
There are lovely sides of chips with chilli and other such delicacies, such as deep fried pickles which you can add on the side. Because you might need.
And the burger was lush. Moist, pure flavoursome beef, properly charred on the outside and pink within. It was good, tasty and piled with items of utter deliciousness. I couldn’t eat it all with my hands, because my wrists looked like I’d slashed them, so much burger juice was running down them. It wasn’t pretty but it was gorgeous. Sometimes, only wearing black has its benefits. Other than hiding fat.