All posts tagged: burgers

Don’t think I’ll be “rubbing my selfie” again in a hurry ūüė≥

Easter this year, for reasons I won’t bore you with, was an unusual one. It was because of this, that we found ourselves eating our Easter Sunday lunch at Rub Smokehouse and Bar – whose eponymous hashtag is ¬† “rubyourselfie” if you were wondering… We had been meaning to go here for ages, the many blogged and twittered pictures of giant juicy burgers and gushing reviews had tempted us and after an excellent experience at Red’s True Barbecue we thought, well, if we can’t do tradition, we can, at least, indulge in a post-Lenten meatfest. Well, what happened? Perhaps Easter Sunday wasn’t the best choice of days, but, hey, if you’re open then you’re still serving your best yes? ¬†The place was reasonably busy, not packed, but a healthy 2/3 full I’d say. It took a while to take our drinks order and a couple of apologies for the tardiness before they arrived and we ordered our food. But then the food arrived in about 4 minutes! I kid you not. How on earth is …

A pleasant enough lunch at Mud Crab Pacifico, West Bridgford

So, in the week before Christmas I met up with a friend for a leisurely lunch on her patch ¬†– West Bridgford. The main street there is now simply restaurant alley, and it must have the richest footfall of any high street in the county, no wonder the rents are such that virtually no start-up independents can ever get a foothold there. Still, there is plenty of choice for a girlie lunch with a couple of bottles of dry white (this was pre the new abstinence, I mean alcohol, guidelines – natch) We chose Mud Crab Pacifico. Last time I came here it was a Pizza/Pasta place I seem to recall. It is now a pizza/ burger/grill/steak place. What am I missing in the name here? And this is the problem for me, I am not really sure what Mud Crab is.¬†It is perfectly nice though. The friend enjoyed her poached mussels in a curry broth with fries – (in fact she polished the lot off – and it was a pretty generous portion…) My …

Oaks Restaurant, Bromley Place, Nottingham

Well, I guess Nottingham is famous for at least one Oak, perhaps now maybe two. Oaks is fairly recently opened and has been the subject of quite a lot of Twitter traffic of late, so we popped in for lunch today. Oaks claims to serve simple, locally-produced sausages and meats cooked over wood-embers that are sustainably sourced from coppiced woods managed by the local Wildlife Trust. Pretty impeccable credentials then – kind of felt that in tucking into my sausage I was doing my bit to¬†save the planet. All good. Forgot to take a photo of the outside (I know, I know) but for those that know Nottingham, it is on a corner facing up the hideous Maid Marian Way, thankfully something akin to a small paved “plaza” has emerged just in front during some renovation and reclamation work and so the aspect isn’t too bad. It matters not, anyway, as the inside is lovely. Inside has a lovely atmosphere – again pretty cavernous, but didn’t feel cold or unwelcoming, despite it being a drafty …

Pole-Dancing? Puppet Show? Nah, Burger Joint Baptism

Finally, I will round off our recent short trip to New York with this place. Check it out next time you’re in mid-town Manhattan (as you do). In the Parker Meridien Hotel on West 56th Street is a “secret” burger joint, (called “Burger Joint”, got that?..). It is so secret that we had stayed there a few days before we discovered it. I kind of knew it was there, but we just wondered why hordes of tourists and bus-loads of visitors were turning up to queue just at the back of the pristine lobby of the hotel next to a floor-length red velvet curtain. We thought it was some sort of Theatre or Puppet Show or maybe a bit of clandestine pole-dancing. ¬†Must be a good show, whatever it is, we thought, as the queues were enormous and seemed to be there most of the day. Eventually we asked at the desk, and yes, you guessed it, behind the red curtain is the burger bar. Okaaaaay. Reviews say this is one of the best burgers …