"BURGERS HAVE BECOME A REAL BORE. IT'S JUST MINCE ON TOAST." - A.A. GILL
We wouldn’t *dream* of eating French in NYC though. There’s just no point. I remember passing Bourdain’s place in a cab and audibly scoffing at its kitschy faux-Frenchy exterior as it flashed past. It looked ridiculous. I’m sure all of the dishes are well-executed, but contextually it's not what NYC is to us.
This venture is from the people who brought you God Save the Clam and Rock Lobsta, two pop-ups that were not greeted with unanimous praise to say the least.
In fact, the general lack of reportage on both of them was because they were so awful.
It's one of our favourite things, in one of our least favourite places.
Confusingly, the burgers here are buy-one-get-one-free. A single is a double. A double is a
triple. Keep that in mind because the single is easily enough meat.
And they don’t half harp on about the beef they use: the cows apparently swan about decadently in overly-abundant fields, whilst Her Majesty nods on approvingly.
New fast food innovations tend to be pretty hit and miss.
it's a Vegassian attempt at New York brasserie, which kind of succeeds whilst simultaneously looking a bit like the bar from Cheers.
Why are their burgers so tiny? Will I meet Doogie Howser if I go there? Why did they feel it necessary to change the movie's title for the non-domestic market?
I *MUST* go to White Castle.
This could easily be the start to a post about some new porkaterian cocktaileria in Dalston.
But it isn't.
Sometimes if we know the burger in a place is awful we’ll just order wings.
You can never have enough. NEVER.
Coffee shop it clearly is not - vivid, gaudy, and in your face, right down to the sign at the entrance to the toilets that promises ‘THRILLS’. We’d hardly call taking a shit thrilling.
