Mmm... Stax

So after a pretty sweaty session in town we were looking for a new burger joint. Yoga session of course. Honestly what were you thinking??

We were in Kingly Court and decided we may as well make the most of the many restaurants around. Stax caught my friends eye and we made a decision to go there. 

The main items were of course the burgers. But Stax is all about the American Diner style of cooking, so there were loads of other things on the menu like fried chicken and green tomatoes... We were spoiled for choice. Also must mention that the proprietor is also the one and only Bea of Beas of Bloomsbury. I think we'll be in good hands! 

I of course went for a burger, the Big Stax. All I could imagine is a hot beefy man of a burger, rippling muscles and you know... A good grip.

Inside the brioche bun is a spicy sauce, maple glazed beef bacon, a 28 day aged beef patty, caramelised onion, lettuce, tomato and cheese of my choice, so I went for the Monterey Jack. My burger man is called Jack Stax. He's a crack shot, has guns of steel and rides a Harley! Ha ha. Sorry totally getting carried away! 

The joint was busy so we were told there'd be a wait for our food of twenty minutes, but that didn't sound too bad so we stuck around. 

The big fat patty arrived, and looked pretty epic actually. A nice shiny brioche bun with a hell of a lot of things inside it. Unfortunately my beef was a little overdone, even though I'd ordered medium rare. Poor jack had been at the sunbeds again. There were no pink bits dammit. The burger itself was juicy though and my first bite was a bit messy. Jack Stax had redeemed himself. That's how I like it! 

There was loads and I mean a shit ton of caramelised onion. The bacon beef, something of a surprise as none of us had had it before was unusual. Thin slices of beef, probably soaked in some sugar syrup and then slow cooked. Giving it a consistency similar to bacon. It's good but it almost overpowers the patty... 

It's a dirty burger. Dripping juice all in the basket. 

Like the titanic, the icebergs were a little large. A proper shredding of the lettuce next time I think and not so much of it. The slice of tomato was standard.

Cajun chips, are pretty spicy. With a dusting of rosemary... Which was a nice touch. Although really what's wrong with a nice French fry with no crazy stuff on it? 

I liked the slugs, also known as Fried gherkins. Pretty yummy, although the fried stuff fell off the gherkin at first touch. And that stuff was pretty yummy. I wished I'd ordered the fried chicken burger, because it looked real good. Poor Mr Stax... It was never gonna work out. I could tell he liked his motorbike more than me.

Not forgetting my Oreo cookie milk shake. Wow very yummy and thick and creamy. It was like a desert! Mmm tasty.

Overall a good visit. My burger buddies had mixed reviews, everyone agreeing the beef bacon was a little too overpowering on the beef. But the burger was a beautiful stack of meat so who could complain! 

Mmm... Lucky Chip

Even though everyone bailed and although I've a little burger date with an incredibly lovely friend this weekend I couldn't resist going and getting a cheeky burger this evening. It is of course National Burger Day. What kind of burger blogger would I be if I failed to get a juicy bit of meat today? Rubbish that's what. I would have to hang up my self appointed burger bitch crown, indeed!

So lacking a companion, which meant I could do anything I bloody well wanted and with the city calling me I decided that I could not hit a past haunt. It wouldn't be right. As much as P&B was calling me. I have the same problem with men! I keep going back just to be sucked in that little bit more, then I'm officially fat and hooked on meat. Tonight would be something new... Oh the PRESSURE. 

I've had a particular place on my hit list for quite some time. The revered Lucky Chip. Handily located in a pub just hidden off Hackney road. Unfortunately the pub was full of hipsters so I had to try and hide my disdain for their cut off shorts and morrissey style hair. I would pretty much do anything for a good bit of meat ;)

So I got there, and yes it's a pub. Brilliant. First things first beer. Second thing, checking over the menu. Brilliantly taped to the wall. 

One thing caught my eye, and it's name was Chuck Norris. I ordered that and fries. 

Two aged beef patties, mmm yum, with a load of other stuff in it. Chuck wouldn't care what the rest of the contents were, so neither do I! 

For those of you who do, they are as follows: American cheese, cheddar cheese, mayo, ketchup, onions, bacon and a seeded bun. Done.

It arrived and it was pretty large. Both slices of cheese had melted and the burger was a slider that's for sure... I could only see one patty and started to panic but then my faith was restored when I saw the second nestled underneath and middle slice of bun. Ooh this was a surprise. I like surprises! 

I started and although it looked a mess the cheese worked well holding the whole thing together. One thing I'd say that the cheese was a bit on the not melted enough so it oozes state. I'm guessing if I talked to a physicist they could tell me the exact right temperature to get that sweet spot. Hmm that's a future science project! 

Back to the burger. It was a while before my feeble hands managed to manoeuvre two patties into my mouth. I'm normally so good at that. But it was worth the wait. Meaty goodness... 

Yum. 

They didn't ask me how I wanted it cooked though. I'm guessing it was medium. Not bad, although I like my meat a little more juicy and pink. Like a hot man... Ha ha ha...

The burger got better and better, although there was a distinct lack of fatty oozy goodness running down my hands and arms. 'Twas a little disappointing. Although given the fact that I was alone in a pub surrounded by handsome hipsters and hipsterettes it was probably for the best. Last thing I want is to embarrass myself!

All in all this was a mighty fine burger, tasty melted cheesey meaty goodness. Clearly Chuck Norris can kick ass but he ain't dirty how I like it! 

Happy National Burger Day!

Love Burgerella xx

Mmm... The Deck

There's only one tried and tested thing that is a cure for a hangover, but unfortunately I can't put it on here for fear of being blocked for explicit content ;)

Anyway, so having moped about all day not feeling quite right after the St Agnes carnival I had to do something. Even the sea didn't tempt me in. So with only an hour or two before my train departure back to the diiirrrrty smoke I had to get some food. I excellently mentioned burgers and my friend knew the perfect place. 

Now firstly you might have guessed my pretties that I'm not in London. But down by the coast having some surf and fun times with new friends. So I hadn't really thought much about burgers for a bit.

Three days away is a long time. I was yearning for some tasty meat. Especially since I'd been exercising a fair bit surfing my butt off! My new favourite sport! 

So we hit The Deck, for a cheese burger and chips. The chef dude has worked in a fair few places around the area, according to my mate and all pretty good places so I was looking forward to my meaty delight. 

And delightful it was. A gorgeous seeded bun, just lightly toasted. Lettuce, tomato and cucumber, interesting addition!

The patty was big. Not a fat one that I couldn't get my mouth around. Although not that that would put me off of course. The bigger the better! 

Back to the patty, it was good. Well seasoned and cooked nicely. It was a tasty piece of meat. 

The cheese was scrummy and melted perfectly to the patty and bun and kept everything together. It was a lovely last dinner in Cornwall. 

If you're ever down in Perranporth check out The Deck. Scrummy. 

Mmm... Patty and Bun and Pitt Cue Co special

"I've got burger juice running down my arm!!!" She exclaimed! "This is better than sex". Naturally one might think that we're at some twisted sex party type thing but we're just at Patty and Bun on a regular Monday night. Although try telling our cute server, he reckoned it was Friday. Who are we to argue? 

We were in the queue for a lengthy time so we knew what we were ordering before we'd sat down! And by lengthy it was around an hour and a half wait. The queue was of epic proportions with most of those waiting patiently salivating handing round the menu. The atmosphere was excited! 

I went for the Big Patty Mac Stack and my friend who I've decided deserves the title Lady Burger went for the Beef by Dre. The music appropriately was a mix of old school hip hop and some classic dance tracks. PandB know the right tunes to play that's for sure. 

Of course seeing as Patty and Bun were teaming up with Pitt Cue Co we had to order the Caramel Ribs and fries that had a special Pitt Cue Co rub. 

The ribs. Oh man the ribs. They're cooked either really hot or for a long long time which has burnt off the fat and all that remains is the beautiful crispy meat. It has a hot kick to it. But it's sweet. A little like crispy duck but a whole lot better. I could have polished off a tray of them. But back to the burgers.

How could you be a vegetarian was all I could think as I tucked in.

Where to begin. Our meaty feasts arrived and were all wrapped up like a little gift from the kitchen and boy it felt like Christmas and birthdays all packed into one beautiful present.

Mine had a double patty with a slice of brioche bun in the centre. A little homage to the Big Mac perhaps. Who knew. But sorry Mr Ronald dude, your burgers have nothing on this delight for the taste buds. 

The patties were exquisite. Pinky and grilled and surrounded by a melted mess of cheese that had such flavour and a special sauce that kicked all the other burger joints out the back door. Lettuce and pickes slid about the place like my attempts at ice skating in the winter. They held on for dear life though, I give them credit. 

It was a giant burger, and every mouthful was a pleasurable experience. The juicy beef, the toppings and even the sesame seeded brioche bun. I ate and I was happy. 

My companion at one point said "I feel dirty but in the best possible way". And well I couldnt agree with her more.

I can't speak for Lady Burger, as we weren't in the mood for sharing (am I ever???) so stuck to our own burgers. But she tucked into hers like a happy kid on Christmas Day. So the Beef by Dre cleared ticked her boxes! 

Given my quest is finding the best burgers in town I can happily say I could stop looking now.

What?!? I hear you say!!! YES, you got that right guys. This is so far the best burger I've had in London. 

Patty and Bun and Pit Cue Co #3 

54 James Street, London W1U 1HE

Mmm... Honest Oxford Street

The dirtiness of our burger night out reached new heights tonight. 

Armed with six vouchers that entitled each bearer a free burger at the new Honest Burger a stones throw from Oxford Circus we were excited. Less so when we were told the wait was over an hour. 

The group was prepared to wait! It was a free burger after all...

The wait list gal informed us that we could download an app that told us where we were in the queue and that it would beep when they were ready for us. 

Cool. Don't you just love modern tech?!? 

Our wait wasn't so bad as there's loads of bars on Market Place and behind Oxford Street so we found a spot to hang out at while we waited and our hunger grew...

Eventually that buzzer buzzed and we excitedly got our butts to the restaurant before we lost our space. 

Our vouchers allowed us to have any burger we wanted, regardless of whether it was a single or double. I personally went for the special which was right up my street...Beef mmm yum, smoked cheddar, bacon ketchup - what?!? Oh yes this was the bees knees. Not forgetting the onion rings, jalapeños and lettuce. Oh and chips come as standard. This sounded like a very tasty treat.

The table was pretty even keeled on the ordering, a couple with bigger appetites who went for the Honest Federation. An Honest burger but double patties... I don't quite know how they managed to get their chops around the thing. Maybe next time.

So the patty. Where do I start? One of the biggest I've ever seen, and well I've seen a fair few now. You really are getting your money's worth here. At least an inch and a half thick patty, cooked medium rare, pink and juicy and perfectly seasoned. I could have had it all on it's lonesome it's so good. But where would the fun be in that? 

They know how to sex up a burger here at Honest. Bacon Ketchup. Whatever next. But seriously it was a little orgasm in my mouth. I don't think I've been impressed by a burger in this way since my first dirty affair with Meat Market. For purely different reasons mind! 

Did I also mention that one of our party was breaking his vegetarianism for this visit. Seriously that's how good it is. Later he told me he felt like King Henry the eighth after his burger!!! Ha. 

My burger fellows were seriously content with their choices. Special mention goes to J for finishing off her federation. The girl put it away and I have upmost respect for her. She was obviously hungry for some good meat ;)

Also, she hoovered up her crispy chips and then swapped her plate with her neighbour who'd been hoovering up his regular chips. Win. And yeah the chips were just bloody perfect. Nice little crispy morsels that reminded me of my crazy grannies roast potatoes. The crispy ones are the best! 

Mmm. Hell yeah.

And so that was honest, six very happy punters who spent barely a penny! Oh that reminds me. One of our group came out with the comment of the night. You know you've had a good burger when you need to wash your hands before you pee... 

He he

Honest Burger Oxford Circus

4 Market Place

London W1W 8AD

+44 (0)20 3302 3990

Mon to Sat

11.30–23.00

Sun

11.30–22.00

Mmm... Flippin' Burgers - Stockholm

On my quest dungeons and dragons styleeee for hunting down the best burgers I decided that on my trip to Stockholm I would have to hit a good burger joint. 

I had worked for it considering I'd run the Stockholm marathon and then spent two days kayaking around a bunch of Islands.

The only way to reward myself was with a  good piece of meat. And so far my luck on Tinder on the continent hadn't really paid off! Ha Ha! So the next best alternative would be searching for a burger joint.

With that I decided that the best place to find a recommendation would be through a native blogger. Sophia from Girl in Menswear had recommended Flippin' Burger so it made sense. I was intrigued as she'd said the place had queues round the block. This is always a good sign!

Our trip up there from our beautiful boat moored in the heart of the city was dampened by the weather. We were all wringing wet by the time we arrived and not in a good way might I add.

We couldn't even bag a table indoors and it was a late on a Wednesday evening. Damn! Not deterred we were relegated to the tables outside, of which all bar one was occupied. And it was still pissing it down! Luckily they had awnings! I am dedicated to meat, rain, awning or not! 

The server was a lovely bearded chap who kind of looked like he'd had a long day but happily gave us recommendations on what we should order. Straight up he said the flippin burger. 

A classic double cheeseburger, with mayo, mustard, ketchup and white onions. So that's what we got. I settled for a hard shake comprised of chocolate ice cream, and rum. Bloody excellent. Did I mention they use Ben and Jerry's ice cream? Even bloody better! 

When the burger arrived all the cheese of which I believe were two slices had melted in between the giant inch thick patties and it looked a sight to behold... Possibly on a par with how I looked at the end of my marathon. Ha! Slightly messy, and maybe a bit sweaty! Ha ha gross! 

But this was not a burger that was gross. It was juicy, actually it was a little dirty. 

Our mantra on the trip had been 'keeping it slutty' and as most of our group were single and checking out the goods on Tinder it made sense... All to no avail might I add. Anyway this burger was just slutty enough, the juices escaping and running down our hands. I've said it before and I'll say it again; A sign of a good burger. 

Cooked medium rare it filled me up and the silence except for the odd pleasure filled groans around the table let me know that my newly initiated burger buddies enjoyed it too. Fries were plentiful and the shake found a little way into my heart, I wish I'd written down the recipe! I am a sucker for chocolate delights... 

And our visit wasn't even dampened by the weather. All in all a fabulous place to visit! 

I later found out some interesting info via that the owner of flippin burger decided to search out the best burgers in the US and so travelled across the states looking for the best burger, so he could come back to Stockholm and open his own joint. How awesome is that! When it first openend it had queues around the block and still does. Oh yeah.

If you're going to Stockholm, live in Stockholm or fancy a burger and don't mind jumping on a flight go there. It was very good. Or should I say mycket bra! 

Bx

Flippin' Burgers

Observatoriegatan 8, 11329 Stockholm

info@flippinburgers.se (Vi tar inte bokningar)

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