All of my restaurant posts have been a bit fancy recently.
Don’t get me wrong, I love seafood, a good class of wine, champagne cocktails and a sunny terrace as much as the next girl. But sometimes you want something a little more… relaxed.
A little more down to earth, and a touch of filth.
That is exactly what this place offers.
It’s a pop-up restaurant hidden in the back of a pub, near Kings Cross.
Muscle your way in, past the crowd at the bar, towards the back.
You’ll find a thoroughly patriotic, disheveled dining room, just begging for you to grab a pint and put your feet up.
Grab a drink & a menu.
And prepare yourself for some serious naughty business.
And possibly the best selection of fries I’ve ever laid eyes on!
The four of us went to town.
Crunchy, gooey, meaty, cheesy and spicy. Everything you want nachos to be.
The “el pato” duck burger.
I can’t say I’ve ever had a duck burger, but it was ruddy good. Really quacking.
^ Deep fried cheeseballs, more on those later.
Chillllleeeeeeh cheese fries!
^ The “Hell Yeah” burger.
The money shot.
I thoroughly recommend washing a feast down with a few cocktails.
Sweet, strong and the sort of thing I’d have whipped up at Uni.
All polished off with KnickerBocker Glories.
A corker of a place, and well worth a trip.
Pull on your comfiest, elasticated trousers, your snuggliest jumper, grab a group and get down there.
It won’t be around forever.