What is it about this place that draws the patty smashers here? Have the City of Westminster slashed business rates up this way or something? Does anyone give a shit? With one of us working around the corner, it just means we can saunter in and grab burgers for lunch with gay greasy abandon. And the fact that Slabs offers take away service, made the opportunity to try it out all the easier.
A trip into the meaty wasp's nest of Marylebone leaves Rob with a peculiar taste in his mouth.
Rob cuffs his chinos, does up his top button and braves a trip down Mare Street and its first purpose-built burger bar...
Maybe the celebrated Fox & Anchor could soothe the pangs of hunger, and disappointment, we'd just suffered at the hands of the Longroom.
In this first part of a Smithfields double feature, we attempt to find proper grilled cheese at gastro-swank pub, the Longroom.
In fact, it wasn't planned as a double feature, which should give you a good clue as to whether it's worth a visit.
This is not a burger.
Well, it is. In the sense that it is a sandwich. There is visible surprise from patrons who order it for the first time, with Amazonian levels of rocket leaf foliage spewing from an oval bun that looks like the love-child of a dinner roll and French stick.
There is no single thing that brings on more grimace-inducing disconsolation than going somewhere and not being able to eat a burger.
The French Dip: a sandwich that is justifiably, if way too slowly, creeping onto menus in our fair town. It's about fucking time as well, what gravy loving nation isn't going to love a meat roll that you dunk into meat juice?
Truthfully we haven't really been back to Honest that much because it wasn't really our thing, so when we heard that they were bashing out a Yank-inspired special at the normally-houred central London branch we thought we'd mosey on down to their beef corral and give it a shot.
Fully aware that this makes us sound like London-centric twonks, we truly do long to find decent American scran out in The Sticks.