It was one of those days when I just needed to eat a burger, not the McDonald’s junk but a real meaty, fatty burger, dripping with deliciousness and all kinds of beefy magnificence. I’d heard about the flying burger from around the way and thought to give it a whirl to see if it would live up to the hype.
Saturday afternoon out and about, getting to this place was going to be a bit of a mission and I didn’t want to have to wait to get back home before placing my order because I was famished. I called them up and asked where they were located; some back end of London I couldn’t be arsed to schlep to and heading back home to place my order was pointless because they don’t even deliver to my postcode. REALLY THOUGH?! Hrmph.
“But not to worry” the guy on the other end of the phone said, “whereabouts are you right now.”
“Kensington” I said.
“We can deliver to you there if you’ll still be there in a half hour.”
“Shit…no way. Okay. I’ll be here.”
Heck I’ll be here for an hour if needs be. I haven’t encountered such service in a very long time…I don’t know how long, maybe never, so I was intrigued to see if this would actually happen or if he was having me on.
Not a chance. There I stood, outside Kensington High St station and I shit you not, in twenty-five minutes, yes with five to spare, my burger was delivered to me by a cycler dressed in vintage pilot get up. What a service.
And what a burger! I had the Pan Ham burger and let me tell you; it is every bit as tasty as it looks, even more filling. This beast pulls no punches- the meat was well cooked, the bacon nicely crisp, I could hear the crunchy freshness of the veggies and topped of with delicious mayo and cheese…SLURP! The bun was soft and fresh, the beef so was meaty I made slurping noises whilst I ate. The chips were nice and thicky thick and perfectly salted. Lovely food, lovely service, now please service more post codes.