Burgers - every fucker in London, and I mean EVERY FUCKER, claims to offer the thickest, most mouth wateringly meaty treat you could ever stick in your gob. It's quite literally a meat market down in the capital - and if you don't consume the best burger ever before you snuff it, you haven't ever lived. Your meat needs to be the recipient of a corn-fed organic reach-around. If it ain't, then WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? I MEAN REALLY? WHO ARE YOU?
Good job that despite all the woolly meat chat, the proof of the pudding is in the actual eating - and comments from Jules in Pulp Fiction seem pertinent - "Uuummmm, this is a tasty burger". Lucky Chip is such a purveyor of amazing meaty burgers - and lo, despite being sceptical of anything so 'nice', it really is a full on, no holds barred meat injection. You should do it. The Sebright Arms in Hackney is currently housing them at the minute - get 'em while they're hot...
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