Birthdays, in my opinion, are always for celebrating and NEVER for commiserating. I look forward to my birthday each and every year, and plan the event with army precision. What I’m going to wear, which restaurant I’m going to dine at, what kind of goody bag contents I’ll choose (yes really, no one is too old for a goody bag).
This year, after hours of trawling the internet, I set my sight’s on a reservation at a new kid on the block in Soho, London.
I was fairly confident of a successful evening, due to the fact my restaurant of choice was wildly popular at its original location in Mayfair. Thankfully the ‘new kid’ allowed reservations for groups as I’m not sure my guests would have been keen on the hour long wait all the other patrons would have to endure.
So where did I choose you ask? A restaurant that goes by the name of Burger and Lobster. Why that name? Because those are your choices. It’s genius.
The biggest decision of mine and my guests week, leading up to dinner was what we were all going to order. It’s surprising how difficult it is to choose, when there are only three options: lobster, lobster roll or a burger. All come with salad and fries, all costing £20. Too bad if you were hoping the cheapest option would sway your decision, you’re only in luck if you don’t like lobster. Unless you’re a vegetarian and in that case, just say home.
We arrived to a lively atmosphere, with two large booth’s nestled at the back of the restaurant. Menus only exist for drinks, of which their cocktails are widely rumoured to be fab. More dinner debating was had before our wait staff approached and it was crunch time.
Taking the middle ground , I went for the lobster roll. I wasn’t disappointed. Satisfied noises were made by my guests, as each and every one of us, all donning plastic bibs regardless of our food choice, took bites into our meals.
One would hope with only three choices that the chefs would have it down to perfection, and perfection it was indeed. I’m still pining for just one more bite of my lobster roll – chunks of lobster, doused in the creamiest of mayo and what I assume to be a few other delicious flavourings added in, all nestled inside the heavenliness of a ‘soft yet crispy on the edges’ toasted brioche bun.
Others that had the lobster raved about it, along with the meat lovers that chose the burger. Accompanied by a delicious salad and perfectly cooked fries, there was literally zero at fault with our meals.
My only disappointment, was that we had some lobster loathers at our tables, as we were offered a remarkably great deal on a 17 pound lobster that we were assured would feed 20 people. That would’ve been a feast fit for royalty, possibly minus the fries, I can’t imagine Queen Lizzie indulging in hot chips and ketchup.
Just as I was being silently thankful that my skintight sequin playsuit was elasticised, our waitress turned up to let us know about dessert. Oh.My.Days, did she say chocolate mousse with a salted caramel sauce and nuts? That is absolutely worth getting fat for! Arriving in little cardboard cups with lids, and for the pocket money price of £4.50, it was worth every extra minute I would endure on the treadmill for my sins.
This year’s birthday dinner will be going down in history as one to remember. The concept of such a restaurant seems so simple, and you start to wonder why this sort of place hasn’t popped up until now. I cannot wait to slide back into a booth and utter my three new favourite words “Lobster Roll please”, but I must admit that first I need to get myself to Bubble Dogs, opening last week in London – gourmet hotdogs with accompanying champagne? I’ll be sure to let you know how that works out.
I hope all you nzgirl’s passing through London will pop in for some lobster lovin! On which note I pass on this advice, never trust a person that tells you the food in London is bad. we have everything your heart desires. And then some )