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Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts

Thursday, 7 March 2013

'I wish to complain about this meal'...

The above quote is what my brother said to get the attention of Ricardo, the general manager at Burger & Lobster in Soho. 

Apparently it took the guy by complete surprise, as whenever he normally asks a customer how the food is, 99/100 times the response will be something along the lines of: "its delicious"; or "absolutely fantastic". 



Ohhhhhhhhh mama


After all, not only is Burger & Lobster now infamous for its beautifully simple menu (a choice of three £20 meals: a burger; a lobster; or a lobster brioche), but it is regarded as a place where the food is ''perfectly cooked, at a price that will please even if you’re feeling the pinch" (Time Out).





So, when my brother Corque grabbed Ricardo by the arm and insinuated that there was a problem with the food, I'm sure he was as amused as he was relieved when he heard:

"Yes Ricardo...I wish to make a complaint...about how f*cking GOOD this food is!"



In fact, Corque must have made such an impression on Ricardo, that when we ventured back to the Dean Street restaurant a couple weeks later, he remembered who my brother was, and let him, myself and our good friend Romania skip the TWO HOUR queue to be guided to the best seats in the house...

Truly feeling like Burger and Lobsteroyalty, we were immediately hit by the smell of rich lobster tail being dipped into a glorious garlic butter sauce. I felt like Tanka from Rescue Rangers, hypnotised whilst I was gliding towards the booth Ricardo had prepared for us...


Like a mouse to some cheese...

My mouth watered as we sat down in a great location, in full view of both the chef's kitchen and the lobster tank. 

Yes, it tastes even better than it looks

And so, thrilled that I was about to find out what Corque had been raving about, we looked at the menu and ordered... Three 1.5 pound lobsters, as well as a lobster brioche to share (purely because of how good it looked when the person sitting next to us tucked into hers)

Eventually, the meal came, and my GOD was it every bit as good as the reviews said it was...The lobster brioche was heavenly...the bread buttery and sweet, the filling fridge cold and perfectly seasoned. Then there was the lobster meal itself which, accompanied by a generous portion of crispy fries and a side salad, was so good I could have made love to it let alone eat it.

Protecting my clothes (from the juice squirting out of the cracked lobster shell) with a plastic bib, I did a 'Curly Sue' and sucked on the end of each of my fingers, licking the stunning Lobster and garlic jus off of them. I would go as far as to say that the meal was so good that all three of us were actually gutted to have finished our plates...


Already excited to go back

Anyway, like all good managers, Ricardo of course came over to check we were satisfied (presumably expecting some kind of semi offensive quip).  We told him that we were: 

a) Genuinely offended by the quality of the meal 

and 

b) Convinced he should be arrested for serving such good food in his restaurant.

In fact, the only negative thing about the meal that night was hearing the people sitting next to us order the burger instead of the lobster. Don't get me wrong, you should really have a burger on the menu if you are going to call you restaurant 'Burger and Lobster', but really out of courtesy as opposed to anything else. I mean, why on earth would you spend £20 on a beef patty when they can feast on a 1.5 pound sea monster instead? Madness. 

Anyway, you'll be pleased to know that there are now four Burger & Lobster restaurants around town, so like me, if your mouth is drooling at the thought of tucking into some of their food, you can find their details on:

http://www.burgerandlobster.com/


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Finey

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Thursday, 15 November 2012

A Ginger in a Line


It was my special lady's birthday (otherwise known as Teapot) and I knew a trip down to the local curry house wouldn't quite cut it. 

So, having read a review about a new, up and coming secret dinner party called 'Gingerline', I booked two tickets, praying that I hadn't made the wrong decision.

A couple weeks later on a cold Thursday evening, Teapot and I set off, excited and nervous about the fact that we literally had NO IDEA what we were getting ourselves in for (even though we'd read up about previous parties Gingerline parties are renowned to constantly reinvent themselves so you never know which one you are going to)


So, getting off at the appropriate station, we followed some mysterious illuminous markings on the floor and reached our destination for the evening. 

When we arrived, the nerves once again kicked in...after all, I was meant to be taking out my darling Teapot to a what I believed would be a Birthday extravoganza. However, at that point we found ourselves standing with about 20 or so fellow 'Gingerliners' down a dark back street, behind a row of random shops in the middle of nowhere.



Thankfully, this was the last time that I felt so concerned...

Soon enough, a door opened and we were guided through a candle lit underground tunnel into some kind of 1970's Burlesque French Casino completely covered from top to bottom in gold...

We were handed a delicious cocktail, and once everyone was seated, officially greeted by our eccentric hostess for the evening (right). 



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A load of cocktails, intro's to our fellow diners, 4 glorious courses, and a load of hilarious Casino style dinner party games later (including spin the wheel of fortune, and a serenade from an erotic waiter/waitress), and Teapot and I found ourselves bang smack in the middle of what Time Out calls "the most riotous, otherworldy experience you have ever had the good luck to attend".



This was surely highlighted no greater than during my toilet visit...which turned out to be a journey into some kind of neon painted porn shop that was falling into the Abyss.


The toilets: serious WTF factor
So, would I recommend Gingerline? Absolutely. However, unless you are particularly keen to meet new people, I would strongly suggest going with a group of mates. Nothing at all against the really lovely girls we spent our evening with, but being forced to introduce yourself to a bunch of strangers when you are sobre is always a bit awkward ...especially when you're doing it in an underground Burlesque French Casino in the middle of London suburbia.

Check out the website on:

http://www.gingerline.info/index.html

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