One
of my friends told us about "the best burger in London" in his
estimation. As always, whenever I hear any kind of "best" food
statement, I have to try it. Plus I trusted him - he's a meat man, so if
he says a burger is good, I'm pretty sure it will be.
The CG, his best man and I headed to MEATliquor mid afternoon on a Saturday. If I'm being honest, the place kind of freaked me out. It had a great, buzzy vibe and we luckily only waited 20 minutes at the bar, because the queue that kept reforming and growing while we ate was wrapped around the block by the time we finished. But what freaked me out was the décor - it reminded me of the kind of place someone would throw me into if I was kidnapped.
The CG, his best man and I headed to MEATliquor mid afternoon on a Saturday. If I'm being honest, the place kind of freaked me out. It had a great, buzzy vibe and we luckily only waited 20 minutes at the bar, because the queue that kept reforming and growing while we ate was wrapped around the block by the time we finished. But what freaked me out was the décor - it reminded me of the kind of place someone would throw me into if I was kidnapped.
The menu was straight to the point: you could get a meaty burger, or liquor. Obvious, really.
And despite the eerie surroundings, they have a pretty cool style of service: drinks in jars and rolls of paper towels for you to clean up with and use as plates while you dig into your burger.
The boys gave the eating experience a solid 9/10, but declared that the burgers weren't the best they'd ever had. So the search continues...
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