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Almost Famous, Liverpool

You know a burger has made an impression on you when you're standing in the middle of a street in Liverpool, frantically searching for a seemingly unmarked door just so you can taste sweet candied bacon again.

Inside Almost Famous, the place is humming. Diners place their orders at the bar, help themselves to sauces, cutlery, and big rolls of paper towel, before settling in to wait for their feed. You know a burger is going to be good if you're expected to use a roll of paper towel. And it gets served in a frisbee.

We may have gone a little crazy on the ordering.

We got not-burgers.

And fries. A whole lotta fries. (Um - seasoned sweet potato and regular potato fries mix loaded with toppings? Best idea...oh...this decade.)

And wings. From hot to super freaking hot.

But THIS. 

This is the reason burgers exist. Triple patty, candied bacon, pretzels for crunch, holy freaking cheeseburger. Top five burger experience, hands down.

Don't even ask me about dessert. I don't know how those girls fit it in.

Please, pretty please, Almost Famous - won't you come to London?

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Londoners in Liverpool

I'm about a month behind in blogs thanks to all my swanning around on holiday, and I can assure you, I regret NOTHING. Except maybe not eating more gelato. (But can you ever really eat enough gelato? I doubt it.)

One of the perks of working in food is occasionally getting to go to food festivals. And when they're in new cities you haven't yet visited, and you can drag your mates along with you for a weekend away, all the better.

Mmm...frogs legs... These little guys were much meatier than ones I'd had in the past. Can't say I really loved the fishy chicken this time.

But THESE bad boys. Holy candied bacon. These were so good we headed to the real deal the next day. More on that next post.

After pigging out, we headed off to explore Liverpool.

Before getting out of the cold and settling in at Berry & Rye - a hot tip off from The Manchester Foodies who I ran into at the food fest, and again while sipping our cocktails. If you want a cosy speakeasy with super helpful staff and killer cocktails on offer, this is definitely the place for you.

Clearly not in thinking mode, and thus, sans camera, after a quick freshen up we headed out for dinner at Salt House Tapas before hitting the town and hopping our way down to Alma de Cuba. Good, clean, unpretentious fun in an almost Vegas style club setting. We need more places like that in London, methinks.

Of course the weekend wouldn't be the weekend without brunch, so we rolled out of bed Sunday morning and headed to Leaf

Before kicking on with the rest of our city explorations.

Sadly, our most excellent weekend ended with a 2 hour train trip turning into a 4.5 hour train trip. Good thing we were all carrying serious food babies or there really would have been hell to pay. Never cross a hungry lady. Ever.

Caravan, Kings Cross

It was my turn this month to choose reading material for book club. Stylist described Tampa as "a grand, satirical, serio-comic examination of desire and a scorching literary debut."

I'd describe it as "a disturbing depiction of a sex crazed, calculating, manipulative female teacher actively preying on young boys, seducing them and all that stand in her way." Then I'd shudder and tell you that stepping out of your comfort zone is definitely not worth it in this case, and you should read something else. 

We headed to Caravan for our lively discussion.

Newsflash: two prawns doth not make a dish. No matter how small the plate is.

We hadn't realised so many of our selection were fried and crumbed (I blame the pregnant lady) but the best dish in our small selection for me was the lamb gnocchi.

I gotta admit I'm a little bit excitable at the best of times. But when a meringue comes out shaped like a cat - holy jeez. My heart can't take that kind of geeky awesomeness. Although now I'm looking at the photo it seems to look a little less kitty like and a little more sinister.

I remembered being much more impressed with Caravan at Exmouth Market, but I think the truth is that, maybe, my appreciation might be slightly tainted because (can it be?) I've been eating out a little too much (it actually physically pains me to admit that). Only at the next restaurant can I be sure...

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