Mmm... Patty and Bun at Night Tales

What can I say that I haven't already. Hmmm... I think I'm in love.

Not only do Patty and Bun have two epic-ly good restaurants under their belts, now they've added a sweet little lady to their duo. She's called Shirley and a Chilean birdie I know told me they shipped it over from the almighty US of A. Ohmagerd!!! She's a truck that makes burgers. I. Am. Infatuated.

Not only that but I'm even more excited because they're gonna be at Old Street's Night Tales with a ton of other lovely foodie vendors and bars and DJ and shizzle. God I'm literally having a heart attack.

So on the second night of Night Tales my favourite boy and I headed for Old Street in the pouring rain. Did I mention we were going to be popping his P and B cherry? Oh yes. This is getting serious.
Operation brainwash hot boy are a GO!

Unfortunately for us, half of bloody London had the same idea. The weather not dampening anyone's desire for good food. Warned of an hour's wait in the queue hot boy popped by the local off licence and picked up a couple of cans of Gin and Tonics! I think he's a keeper.

We waited, and waited, and laughed, and told food stories, and laughed more gulping down Gin and Tonic until it was finally time we were at the entrance. Four quid later each and we were in.

I didn't know where Patty and Bun's Shirley was but I could smell the deliciously naughty aroma of meat on a metal slab sizzling away and I zoned in on it. I almost forgot about hot chap, only for a millisecond mind you. I grabbed his hand and dragged him to the Van.

There were two burger choices. The Arri Gold and the Pig Dipper.
The Arri Gold needs no explanation. We've already had that lovely meaty treat. But the Pig Dipper is new. Dipped Roast Pork Belly, Provolone Cheese, Sausage Gravy, Greens, Confit Duck, Nduja {which I later found out is a spicy spreadable sausage} in a sourdough bun. Something very different.

We ordered both and decided to share. It's getting serious with this boy, sharing has now become a common occurrence when it comes to burgers, amongst other things! We couldn't order the Shrimp poppaz or the skinny chips because they'd sold out. Meh. Nay bother though seeing as I'm only really interested in hot patties in buns. P&B sliced our burgers in two and we literally were chomping on the bit.

The Pig Dipper was first up. It was juicy, just a little spicy with a kick and perfectly cooked Pork Belly. The gravy made it super slippery. I had a real issue holding the whole thing together without falling apart considering my small girl hands. My hot chap on the other hand seemed to be coping quite well. If a little too well. I know I'm trying to brainwash him but wondered if I might be going too far. He might become a fatty pod person who only ever eats and talks burgers! Like me ha ha!

I can't help but get distracted when it comes to this boy. Apologies. Back to the burgers.

Overall the Pig Dipper wasn't as exciting as I thought it would be, especially since I'd experienced the Mr Miyagi all those years ago and it was a killer of a burger. Maybe stick to the perfect patty and an pork accompaniment nestled inside it next time guys?

Now to the Arri Gold. Well what can I say? I am a little bit in love with Patty and Bun for this meaty piece of heaven. I mean the beef, it's just so.... argh! I'll start again. The beef is just divine. It's soft and juicy and pink and bloomin' gorgeous. The meat is the killer decision for me. It's gotta be perfect. And P&B are winning when it comes to their meat.
Everything else in the burger is just winning, and I love the special Patty and Bun Smokey Mayo. The bun is beautifully soft, doesn't fall apart. It's like a good mansize tissue, strong and soft. You know we all need a little of that sometimes!

My hot chap liked it too. He likes food. I am officially a happy Burgerella!

Ten dirty stars for Patty and Bun. Actually make that Eleven.
I'm officially in love.

Mmm... Meat Mission en Masse

We transitioned through the tube, just about intact. Our party split, and two fights almost broke out but that's standard for most commutes through London. 

This was a pilgrimage after all. It wasn't supposed to be easy.

Finally we made it to Meat Mission and even though it was a Thursday our table was waiting... Whoop, it also helps when one of us is going out with the bar manager! 

We got our table round the side of the main room, an almost private dining experience... I've not been to a burger joint with this many people before. It's good! 

The general consensus was to eat loads. We went for the whole menu it seems! 

I chose the bacon cheeseburger and chicken fingers with fries. I was hungry. I diverted from my usual choice of the Dead Hippy, the doubleness being far too big for my current state. Since I'd had all of my wisdom teeth out this was my first proper meal out in public since my extraction.

Unfortunately my jaw still wasn't at full health and I could only manage tiny bird bites. 

But bite all the same, I was going to eat this goddamn burger. 

I've never seen so many burgers!

And it was yummy, although unfortunately it was far too done for my liking. I love a bit of bloodiness when it comes to my meat and this burger was devoid of the pinky goodness of medium rare. My guess is that the bacon cheeseburgers had been done first and while waiting for the rest of the burgers to cook up ours had time to sit and keep cooking. Shame really. 

The dead hippy brigade fared much better, I could see the oozing and bloody state of the meat and I was bloody jealous. That doesn't normally happen. I hate getting food envy. One thing I've learnt now is if you find a favourite stick with it. Next time I'll be having a dead hippie.

Our eyes were certainly too big for our bellies but we persevered through the mountain of food. There was a distinct feeling of having accomplished something when the last of the fries were pushed into our fat cheeks full of chicken, burgers and fries. 

Greedy bastards the lot of us, I've got some good work mates! 

A very good pilgrimage to the mission.