First things first, why is this place cool?
- This isn't your grandma's Sunday brunch, watered-down, mud-like Costariffic coffee... this is proper, biting your tongue, sends-a-shiver-down-your-spine decent espresso coffee. This is key!
- Decor is really nice, lots of wood, feels a bit like a cabin.
- Staff are friendly and welcoming, and they use this awesomely cool iPad-based POS.
- I went at 8:20 in the morning, and with 3 other customers they were a little slower than I'd have expected
That's the only con I can think of for now :)
Throughout the history of mankind many great artists have come and gone, and left their works behind for us to admire. Their legacies have spanned centuries and their contributions to humanity have been priceless, and their ranks are nigh on impossible to join for the everyman.
Tom, however, is sure to join these ranks.
His burgers are like no other. Hand-crafted by this Master Burgerteer, they are juicy, succulent, tender and full of flavour. He sources ingredients from his family's farm, keeps them in a cooler and brings them to Redmarket to cook before your very eyes. You can stop him when you're satisfied it has been cooked, but I would recommend leaving this one to the professional.
Tom's twitter page is one to watch, too. He's an active member of the streetfood community in London and attracts folks from all over the area to eat his delicious burgers. He'll keep you up to date with the latest Burger Bear happenings and will probably follow you back!
Tom is at the forefront of the burger renaissance. Fact. His signature dish, the Grizzly Bear, is a burger with cheese, bacon, and home-made Bacon Jam. Absolutely divine, it could have been crafted by the gods themselves. In actual fact, it contains Jack Daniel's whisky, and it's fantastic.
My only warning to you would be that it does take a while - you could be waiting 10-20 minutes for your burger depending on the length of the queue. But then, you can't rush perfection.
Mmmmm. Yes, very nice coffee indeed. As coffee shops go, this is a goodun and can certainly be trusted. A little bit cramped but plenty of seats, and the atmosphere is lovely.
The coffee I got (long black) was not thick, but by no means was it watery. Plenty of créma. At first, quite bitter but soon became less so and the chocolatey flavour reared its delicious head.
Food-wise I didn't try anything but there is plenty of choice including a strange-looking Antipodean twist on the rocky road, with jellybeans replacing the marshmallows. Also, they do soup!
Worth a stop if you're half way through a big shopping trip. Great music too, plenty of indie & folksy tunes played at the exact right volume for a coffee shop.
Forget Forbidden Planet?
If you're looking for an approachable, friendly staff from whom to get recommendations and a bit of a chinwag, look no further. While their range isn't as vast as FP, there's still plenty available including volumes, single issues and compendiums - and the bigger, newer stuff is near the front.
They seem to focus mainly on the reading material itself, too, rather than the accessories that go along with it such as figurines and clothing.
Plus, they don't mind you having a little browse either. Check it out, and if you're looking for a new series to read, just ask the staff and you won't be disappointed!
Next time you sit down and are told by a friendly waiter, "these are the best burgers I've ever had," take a moment to consider how extensive the waiter's previous burger experience might be. Maybe drop in some subtle probing questions such as, Where are you from? or How long have you been a burger aficionado?
It's not awful, of course, for a waiter to make grand claims about their dishes... In fact, they should. But I feel like he drew attention to a dish which isn't the best or most exciting dish on the menu. The burger was juicy enough, but far too chewy and quite overdone. It tasted okay, but it wasn't anywhere near the best burger I've ever tasted. That doesn't mean it wasn't the waiter's, I was disappointed though. Plus, the ketchup was WAY too sweet. They should invest in some better ketchup, for sure.
Now onto the positives:
The decor is lovely and the staff are very friendly. When we came to the restaurant a couple of nights earlier and it was closed we were politely given a couple of recommendations of where to go instead.
Furthermore, my starter - courgette fritters - were delightful and accompanied by a delicious, fresh tomato relish and creamy dip.
I'm sure Hill St Brasserie could do better, but the burger was a great disappointment. Give it a look, perhaps.
It's my first night in San Francisco. After a long day of walking around, discovering how not to hang out of a street car, and watching scores of cat owners flee a burning building while the fire department do a stellar job of sorting out the whole sorry affair, I was knackered (that's British for "pooped") - not to mention the jet lag and hayfever. It was time for a break. So, on the recommendation of a friend I decided to find Pearl's - I looked on the map. "What luck, it's across from my hostel!" I thankfully didn't exclaim in the breakout area of the hostel.
I closed my laptop lid, splashed some water on my increasingly tired-and-showing-it face and headed across the road for some much-needed nourishment.
I decided to keep it simple; blue cheese on a burger, with everything else on it (except mayo). The friendly lady asked "what kind of fries would you like?" and despite replying with "yes please" in my almost-passing-out state, she agreed to get me some small fries.
I waited patiently with another diner-to-be who was passing the time by playing some Farmville on his phone. "Why," I wondered, "would a grown man play Farmville at all, let alone on his phone?"
Soon my attention was diverted elsewhere though, as I noticed in horror my terrible mistake: the mistake of not properly reading the menu. Had I known that I could have ordered a burger with pesto on it, or with avocado, or perhaps a kobe beef burger instead, then I would have gone with one of those. "Alas," I mourned, "My first meal in this city I have longed to enjoy for so long is going to be mediocritised by this... this... 'DE-LUXE' burger; this standard, run-of-the-mill burger whose only notable trait is the addition is blue cheese instead of the normal, plasticy, film-thin cheese normally found in burgers."
Soon it was too late - I was to face my fate. Pearl (or whom I assumed to be Pearl) handed me my brown paper bag. I forced a smile and thanked her, thinking only of what could have been between myself and the pesto burger. I walked slowly down the street towards Union Square, replaying the scene in my mind as I ate the delicious fries that were crunchy on the outside yet moist and soft on the inside. As I savoured the delicious flavour of their seasoning I wondered if I would ever again get a chance to try the Spicy Sly or the Prized Pearl.
Soon I reached my destination - the stage where the final act of this tragedy would be shown: Union Square. I sat on a bench; a pigeon eyed my food, and seemed to turn its beak up and fly away. A man walked by with a dog and the dog seemed to whimper at the thought of such a shameful excuse for a burger.
I reached into the paper bag, and pulled out the sturdy plastic container which held the burger with absolutely no leakage of juices or dampening, like what one would expect with some burger joints.
I placed it on my knee, prized open the lid and beheld it in all its dreadful normalcy. Although it appeared large and juicy, I knew the truth - I knew that it was merely a mockery of the wide and exciting array of burgers which were otherwise available to me.
I picked it up with two hands. My muscles almost straining from the mass, I managed to bring the sandwich to my lips, open them up, and make a small bite into the burger.
I chewed slowly, expecting the worst: mere satiation. And yet, something was not right. Not only was this burger satiating... it was satisfying, nay; it was a pleasure. It was as juicy as it looked, and the description used for the fries earlier would apply just as readily to the buns surrounding the patty.
The generosity with which Pearl offers up onions is matched only by the perfect ripeness of the tomatoes, crunchiness of the lettuce and tanginess of the blue cheese. This truly was an excellent burger. Perhaps one of the best I have ever eaten.
Pearl, you have not disappointed. This was an excellent twist in a tale which set me up to expect the minimum, and you went above and beyond the call of duty. It was exactly what I needed.
But that doesn't mean I won't be coming back for my pesto burger.
I went here in a last-minute decision to find somewhere for a date when the local Cattle Grid was full up, and I am very pleased that I did.
You should know up front that there is nothing fancy about this place.
The menu is simple-looking: black on red, laminated card, Times New Roman I-didn't-put-effort-into-this fare, the furniture is simple wooden square-cornered stuff you could find anywhere, the waiting staff are t-shirted and sometimes are in fact the kitchen staff too and of course they don't have an alcohol license, so there's no exciting imported Vietnamese or Thai beer/wine to choose from.
I can't fault the Paddyfield for that, though, because it presents itself with no pretence. Everything about it that mattered was good.
The menus are rich and varied, with all of the standard Vietnamese and Thai favourites and a few new things (at least for me) thrown in there for a nice surprise. There are plenty of tables which are close enough to give it a homely, friendly atmosphere amongst the customers but far away enough that you can eat your meal in privacy. The waiting staff are by far some of the most welcoming and honest people I've ever been served food by. In particular, after eating my chicken Pad Thai our waiter - who may also have been the chef - came over and sheepishly asked for my "honest opinion" if there was anything about the quality of the meal I could tell him, since it was a new recipe. It was delicious, I said - no complaints. What a nice guy. Finally, the BYOB aspect of the restaurant adds to the homely vibe - and saves a bit of money too.
Check it out!
If you don't have time to read this review because you're desperate for a focaccia sandwich filled with cajun chicken, tuna & sweetcorn, avocado and sundried tomatoes, read no more. Get out of that chair, walk out the door and get your hungry bottom to Atlantic, now.
Done? Great, I'll continue.
This is my favourite sandwich shop in the Old Street/Shoreditch area. I have been going at least once every couple of weeks for the last year and I have only once been disappointed.
They have a wide range of breads - baps, baguettes, focaccia, ciabatta, or just Standard Issue Bread (both white and brown) and so many ingredients to put into this bread it's difficult to try them all, let alone every combination.
Normally, I go for something chickeny with some kind of cheese, plus avocado and sundried tomatoes. Some may say this is controversial, but Atlantic's staff won't judge you; they smile and say "would you like it toasted?"
Apart from various styles of chicken (e.g. coronation, italian) they also have bacon, tuna, egg, ham, salad ingredients, different sauces and dips... I could go on but I don't actually know all the ingredients, there are too many to remember.
On top of that, if you don't feel like a sandwich, replace the bread with a jacket potato, or get a soup (ask at the bar what today's soup is!).
Good value for money too, you get a lot of bang for your buck, and it's delicious.
As cocktail bars go, this place is not expensive. Their prices tend to be between £7-£9 for a well-made, hand-crafted cocktail by what appears to be a quite talented and very friendly bartender. Between drinks as my companion and I discussed the proper way to hold glasses, and how "masculine" her drink was compared to mine, he would offer us advice and interesting facts about these subjects.
They also claim that while their list is small their library is large, so go ahead and ask for your favourite cocktail, or ask for recommendations that fit your mood or tastes.
The setting is nice, kinda feels like a speakeasy joint without the pretension.
Can't fault it :)
This is by no means an 100% authentic American diner experience, but it is on the other hand a fun experience.
Friendly staff will keep you occupied at the bar if its busy with their wide range of 'Hard' alcoholic milkshakes, or softer ones if you'd prefer, and beers and wines and soft drinks. (Although I hear the wine selection leaves a lot to be desired).
The all day breakfasts are lip-smackingly good especially if you have them in the morning. Burgers are great and they even ask you how cooked you want them. There are plenty of optional burger toppings too.
Service was a bit slow but made up for by friendliness. The bill was a bit heavy and I'm disappointed by places which charge for little pots of sour cream and other obvious dressings like that but hey ho.
Would recommend it for large groups or a date.
London, Vereinigtes KönigreichYelper seit
Dezember 2010Hier bin ich häufig anzutreffen
Shoreditch, Angel, Marylebone or the West EndHeimatort
Milton KeynesMein Blog oder meine Website Wenn ich nicht gerade yelpe, dann ...
I work for Huddle!Meine zweitliebste Website Mein Lieblingsfilm