Mmm...Mishkins

Mishkins

I've been here before, I remember... The last time was with an old chum, no she's not dog food. And we had a sumptuous feast of halve platters and rolled out rubbing our bellies.

So a couple things about Mishkins set up.

Their menu is pretty extensive, covering sandwiches, sliders, hot dogs, macaroni cheese and a special of the day list. Most of its available as a whole, or a half. So it's good if you're in the mood to share or if you want to be greedy (I fall into the latter category)

I took my mum, so to be a nice polite young lady I offered to share this time. Once and only once will this ever happen.

We were sat at the bar, my favourite place. I like the interaction with the bar dudes and you feel like you have something to watch. It helps too when they've got pretty hefty beards and tats that I can ogle over.... I was on best behaviour today as Burgerella's mum was in attendance however....

The service was quick and we had a Salt beef half sandwich, Half and half which is fries and onion rings and a Beef and pork hot dog, only because the friend chicken burger had run out. sad times. I've been going through a phase of wanting dirty chicken. This time the hot dog would hve to do.

Disappointingly the half and half skewed towards chips rather than onions, which was a shame as I much prefer onion rings. The bun of my hotdog was pretty sub standard, and literally fell apart in my hands! I like when things get messy but this was crazy!  The dog itself was good. And the dressing was super tasty. 

I was a little jealous of my mum's Salt Beef Sandwich, but luckily we were sharing. And as always it was gorgeous! 

So all in all not a bad visit to Mishkins.

The burgers are still my favourite though! 

Mmm... Meat Mission

It seems that I have a regular crew of burger companions. I'm a lucky girl. Especially when I am suffering such an addiction that I can visit three burger joints in one week. Lets not get into that. And no I'm not a lard ass. Thank God!

But back to my latest foray into the world of burgers. I went with my good friend P. She was tired, after a creative meet up thing in Shoreditch and I had plans of a greater night on the cards. Which means only a couple of options. A good Burger, or a good fella ;D ha ha.

Anyway, so I convinced her that we needed to go to Meat Mission for a meat fest... Well it was definitely that. I'm quite a fan of the Dead Hippy. I go to Meat Market regularly. I've still not been to Meat Liquor, but being in London for so long I try to avoid the places that get the hype. I mean it's been open for a couple of years and there's always still a massive queue outside. The same can't be said to Meat Market. I never wait there. I'm sure the proprietors would hate to hear that, but I like it. I have little patience and I never share. This is all you need to know about me!

So back to our arrival. We didn't wait long at all. we had enough time to order a beer and next thing we knew we were being sat on the pews in between some restaurant goers tucking into their patties. I was salivating.

I loved the look of the place, it took me back a bit to my artsy fartsy days of Art Foundation where I was obsessed with Tracey Emin and Gilbert and George. Both of whom I stalked in the old days of Shoreditch when it wasn't cool and definitely not trendy.

The ceiling at Meat Mission is like a kind of churchy homage to G and G. I love it.
Apart from the colour situated above the diners the rest of the place is black. Walls, floor tables. all black. I'm not sure why the place is in mourning, maybe black paint was on offer that week? he he.

We both went for the Dead Hippy. I ought to branch out more often, but I know what I like. I couldn't resist ordering the Chicken fingers. I felt a mix of excitement and repulsion about the idea of 'chicken fingers', firstly the taste of the buffalo sauce, that I wish I could bathe in I love it so much, and yet, the idea of a chicken having fingers... bit gross. Sorry if I've just ruined your idea of this wonderful food. Suffice to say, they were pretty delicious. And without the added hassle of bones. Win Win I say. Fries were epic and the burgers, well, what can I say. Just the right side of slidery. The patty was cooked just right, not too bloody, but bloody enough. It was a bit dirty, with the grease running down my hands. Just how I like it. Sometimes I don't know how such a catholic girl became such a filth addict. But hey, we're all god's creatures..

Go and get holy down at the mission...
www.meatmission.com

Mmm... Patty and Bun {again}

Patty and bun

Friday 21st March 2014

Queue thirty minutes

Table for two

Burgers, wings, fries and beer. In my opinion the perfect way to spend time on a Friday night. Except the queuing! 

I decided despite my spicy reservations to go with the Jose Jose burger. My last foray into the world of spicy burgers, at Red Dog caused me temporary dizziness and weeping and the loss of respect from my fellow burger compadres. I was understandably nervous. 

There was no need however. This burger was divine. Spicy, but not crazy spicy and kind of sweet. There were a lot of peppers in it but they were small perfectly roasted and added an extra dimension to the juicy patty inside.

The wings as always melted in your mouth and were a tangy sweet affair. I've still not found anywhere in London that does chicken that falls off the bone better. 

I'm warming up to the 'skin on' fries. I wasn't too taken with them at first but I keep imagining them having little coats on, which entertains me and They're actually pretty tasty! I know I'm a weirdo.

I have a feeling that my friend was a little jealous of my burger, he went for the Arri Gold, which I had last time and it's a classic slider. It's bloody good! A recent friend who knows the Patty and Bun dudes says that the Arri Gold is named after a friend. IMO that is something truly epic. I'd love to meet Mr Gold. You gotta be pretty cool to have a burger named after yourself...

What I would give to have a burger named after me! Perhaps my first born?!? Ha ha! I wonder what they'd call my burger. Maybe the Blondie? With a lil' reference to The Good The Bad and The Ugly! Fave film.

God knows what it might have in it. I might start thinking about that one!

I still profess that the Mr Miyagi I had at the burger off in Borough Market courtesy of P and B was one of my all time favourites! 

I'm gonna start a petition to bring it back! 

Overall though this last visit was very rewarding. Especially since upon walking in they were playing old school garage which took me right back about fifteen years. God I'm getting old!!

Patty and Bun is up there in my top burger joints of London. 

Go visit them!