It's taken me this long to get these photos on of my trip to San Sebastian (the home of this year's Number 8 best restaurant, write up up next) and neighbouring Bilbao and Biarritz. Days of lounging on beaches strewn with surfers, bars brimming with pintxos and pata negra and guzzling of the local Txakoli are well and truly gone, sob. I can safely say that I ate my way through as many flavour combinations I could apart from what was being rustled up behind the stained glass in the traditional txocos. From familiar churros to Arzak's hemp's mustard and lobster here's my trip plate by plate...
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If you can recall that around about this time last year we had that glorious spell of high summer days, by chance I had the day off and decided to spend the day in Brixton, concentrating on activities strictly within the vicinity of Honest Burgers. So I splashed around at the lovely Brockwell Lido but bypassed the mediocre lunch fare with well informed promise that Honest was the way to go. I just made it before they closed, similar to many eateries within the market, they shut at 4 for a couple of hours till evening kicks in.The menu didn't mess around; cheese or plain burger with chips, I went for the cheese burger and as soon as I took the first bite I wish I hadn't open this can of worms, knowledge of such a great burger is fantastic but not when it is over eight miles away. As I devoured the juicy mess I had made myself I didn't let this worry me and vowed that distance wouldn't keep me away. But it did, until last week where pay day meant burger Friday!!
I had passed their Soho outpost a couple of times, peeked at the menu which has added a vegetarian fritter option and a chicken burger, but sympathetically everything was as I remembered of the Brixton original. When I ventured inside, passed the outdoor tables shaded by the ivy coloured awning, I settled in a nook at the end of a wooden bench leaning on the clean white wall. The walls were bare apart from the chalkboard flowchart menu and there is a nod to the industrial feel with scaffold pole shelves for condiments and cutlery. As I read the menu I realised I was lucky to grab a table as the lunchtime rush was hitting full swing.
There is nothing quite like a solitary meal at a busy place, it's almost indulgent, naughtily taking up a table of two just for one with a good book. With my order in the first half of my lunch hour ticked by as I watched small troop of pa's, runners and hungry individuals pick up their pre orders which seemed like a popular and wise choice. For the hour that I was there there wasn't a spare seat in the house. My order arrived on one of those fashionable navy rimmed tin plates and smelt like a dream. Instinctively I eased myself into the meal with half a dozen chips, which as I remembered were highly addictive. Honest Burger fries are skin on skinny chips but the glorious thing about them is that they are tossed on rosemary and sea salt which make them reminiscent of roast dinner potatoes. And unlike many others they somehow always remain crunchy, even the lonely couple that seem to somehow linger till the end of the meal keep their bite. The patties as a standard served medium with the inside still slightly blushing, which suits me just fine. Sandwiched between a sweet brioche bun and slathered in a pungent red onion relish. The flavours are simple, components are unfussy but all are top quality allowing the ginger pig aged meat to really sing.
With food trucks, pub pop ups and boutique brasserie types all vying for our burger loving attention, there are few which match a fair price to a quality product. At a respectable £7.50 for a burger chips combo Honest Burgers are true to their name and deliver something a little special to the saturated fast food staple. The only trouble now is that with the Soho outpost in sniffing distance from my office, I don’t quite know how I will keep temptation at bay.
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Well, it was payday! As a child I had a McDonald's every Sunday as a treat, some things never change, although there is always space for the golden arches, as a big child quality meat and rosemary tossed fries replace the budget option. I wolfed this down in my lunch hour, it was heavenly. Read a little more here...