Mmm... Byron The Cut Waterloo

I think I got it bad. This burger problem of mine. Firstly my dear old dear has been on the phone telling me I ought to be consuming more greens and less red meat. As if that's gonna happen. Then I go and meet a very lovely chap who is a little taken aback by my meat addiction. 

I never said I was perfect. Far from it. Anyway, so now it's on. My attempt at brainwashing hot chap into thinking my addiction ain't so bad! As far as my mum is concerned it's her job to worry and it's my job to make her worry so why muck up the equilibrium? 

After all I am only partaking in burgers once at week and of course I'm quite sporty for a burger addict. It could be worse.

But I'm hoping the boy becomes a regular fixture so I can't quite curtail my burger exploits so brainwashing mode is on.

Firstly I took him to Honest, a very good burger joint. I definitely think I impressed him (I hope).

Now I have to take him to another burger joint. It's kind of an initiation into the world of a girl addicted to meat. Ha. Not for the faint hearted. Thing is, I've figured if he still likes me after seeing me devour a double patty oozing with dirty goodness then he might be a keeper. 

I was attempting my most demure self the last time but this time is different. And of course it's building up to the ultimate burger frenzied visit. Patty and Bun. This guy is special.

Byron, now let's get this straight. I'm a little averse to chains. You know the food establishment kind. Chains for other pursuits if you know what I mean are fine, and actually a little fun! Ha.

Anyway back to Byron, I think I have to give them a little kudos since they're attempting to give maccie ds a run for their money. I mean they've got chains ALL over London. It's mental! One look on my favourite App ever made Burgerac will show you what I mean. They're taking over dude. I can't ignore them anymore!

So we went to Byron. I was a little worried it wouldn't live up to the superb quality of Honest. But actually Byron was a very nice surprise.

We ordered the smoky and shady, the latter being their current special.

And fries. Oh and I ordered a great Oreo milkshake. He's definitely gonna think I'm a fatty... It's only a matter of time! 

The burgers came and they were good. The right side of pinkness. The brioche buns were light and held the patties perfectly. We shared our burgers. Cutting them in half. I don't normally do this. As most of my burger buddies will attest to.

The smokey was good, however if I compare it to the PandB version of a smokey burger it wasn't a patch on it. 

The Shady on the other hand was epic. Inbetween was a grilled gooey and caramelised cheese that stuck the patty and bun together perfectly. I don't know how they did it but it was the most perfect grilled cheese ever. 

We were both very happy and full. 

Nice work Byron.

Project Brainwash Hot Chap is GO! 

And the best thing about it is I've now got a proper burger buddy to hang out with. 

Mmm... Honest Burger Oxford Circus

Hitting a burger joint on a rainy Monday night with a vegetarian isn't going to be the best idea I've ever had. Luckily there were three of us and the vegetarian was outnumbered. Ha ha! And we'd had a fair amount of red wine so we just wanted to get out the rain and get dinner! I of course just wanted some meat.

I have actually gone to a burger joint with a veggie who allows himself a piece of meat very very occasionally. His quote from said visit that he 'felt like King Henry the VIII' was pretty funny. Maybe we were in for a similar experience?

My fellow meat eater and I were in for a bit of flack. But we were unaware of this at that point. Just a word of advice. If you like meat a LOT it's probably not wise going to a beautiful burger joint with a vegetarian, and newly upgraded vegan! Argh! Although credit to her...  The fact that she even walked into Honest burgers just off Oxford Street was a bonus. I love how secretly I was thinking that even though she didn't partake in the meat eating she was still supporting the cause by buying food!

I ordered the special. An homage to Spain that consisted of a concoction of meat like a cured ham atop a beautiful cheese and a signature beautiful honest patty, not forgetting a large roasted red pepper that added a sweet dimension to the burger. Oh and the lovely lovely rosemary chips.

My compadre went for the cheeseburger. We were very happy with our choices.

And the veggie ordered the chips. Meh. I'm not quite sure what to say about this. Except maybe it was my fault that I said how much I loved their rosemary fries. Hmmm I was kind of looking forward to trying a bite of the veggie offering. It wasn't to be. 

Three can be a crowd sometimes and this time it definitely was. My fellow burger buddy and I heartily tucked into our burgers with gusto. 

We were really enjoying the beautiful morsels of juicy meat tucked up into beautiful soft brioche buns, while the poor veggie just had a bowl of chips to tuck into. I know who was winning here. 

Unsurprisingly we got into a heated debate about the terrible carnage the consumption of meat was doing to our planet. 

Actually it was more like a vegan tirade against meat and whatever we said wouldn't have made a foie gras difference. 

That'll be the booze talking! 

Suffice to say I probably won't be attending any burger joints with a vegetarian again. Except maybe our King Henry dude.

All in all it was a particularly weird visit to a burger joint. But I came away happy, and full so job done.

Maybe next time I can take the veggie to Meat Mission and they can turn her into a Dead Hippie!!! Ha! 

Mmm... Honest Soho

Wow, well having had a boozy night out with some very lovely friends of mine I was hankering after a good piece of meat to nurse my hangover. I shall forever accept the fact that I am a greedy bitch. There, it's out there. We can all move on now.

So feeling particularly ravenous and a little hungover there was nothing for it except a good burger and one that is a little less dirty than my normal go to burger at MeatMarket.

Honest in Soho was just the button. The best burger in Soho. A beautiful burger joint just a stones throw from the best boozers, gay bars, sex shops and massage parlours. 

Honest is a little welcome delight nestled in the heart of it all on Meard Street.

My hunk of a man wanted a burger too so what better way to spend some quality time together than over a good patty and the most divine chips you'll ever have. 

I've come to expect the best, and Honest didn't disappoint. Normally shunned by a two hour wait, we somehow managed to drop in and there was a hallowed table ready for us immediately. We were on the up. 

This was one of those times when I wasn't concerned when we decided to order the same burger. I don't like sharing and my amigo here didn't look like he was prepared to share either... Although I am coming round to sharing a burger with this guy. That'll be a first!

Luckily we both went for the Tribute burger so no sharing just yet.

A beautiful chunky beef patty, bacon, American cheese, burger sauce, mustard, pickle, lettuce and onion. Quite a burger. 

Oh and not forgetting the tastiest rosemary salted chips. They are so brilliant. It doesn't normally happen but sometimes at Honest I forget about the burger because the chips are so good. And that's not because the burger ain't all that. Oh no. When I do remember about the poor lil patty sitting there dejected I take a bite and then remember that these things are both brilliant. Perfect together like me and my hunky friend!

So our burgers arrived and they were pretty special looking. This was my first burger outing with my friend and I was hoping to impress. He looked it. Phew! 

Now for the taste test! 

A pink patty, juicy and seasoned to perfection. The cheese had melted to a goo and stuck the patty to the perfectly soft brioche bun. The onions, pickle burger sauce and mustard all complemented the whole ensemble. It was a little dirty but not overly so. It was divine. 

I don't quite know what else to say as at that point I descended into a sort of like trance. Maybe it was a mixture of the hot burger and the hot boy. Ha. Who knows.

Boy that was a good burger.

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.