Forget the speakeasy, this is #meateasy

It's been blogged to death so I'll keep this short and sweet. Go to #meateasy for one of the best burgers you are going to encounter in your life.

That was easy wasnt it?

After weeks of planning, date changing and anticipation I finally made it to New Cross's most talked about dining destination.

Onion rings = good
Chilli fries = delightful
Chicken wings = Oh my god, amazing. If anyone knows what they're marinated in, do tell. Pretty please.




But it was the dead hippy burger that provided the highlight of my evening - two juicy medium-rare mustard-fried patties just enough salad, cheese and sauce. Bowled over as I was by Hawksmoor last week, #meateasy might have pipped it to the post...




It was heaving when we got there at 7pm. I mean tube - shoulder to shoulder, nose to nose heaving but the bartenders helped while away the wait with an array of jam-jar ensconced cocktails. Also quite amusing were the number of people taking up the chilli burger and fries challenge. Although in the end, we were so hungry, watching someone else stuff their face made us a bit cranky.

You are given a ticket when you enter, and can order when your number is called. By some stroke of luck, the person we grabbed the table from had a spare ticket - so we got our starters after an hour but our tickets werent called until more than two hours after we got there. Not recommended if you are in a rush.

The only minor criticism was the system of waitresses shouting out your number combined with the loud-ish music, sometimes it was difficult to hear which numbers/ names they were saying even though they all had very healthy pairs of lungs on them.

And that's it. Go to #meateasy before it disappears next month... you'll regret it if you dont.