Patty & Bun

I'm going to make a bold statement. 

I think that Patty & Bun serve the best burgers in London.

Well, the best out of the ones I've tried anyway. But they're seriously, seriously good.

I first visited Patty & Bun about a year and a half ago and kept meaning to come back. 

As my sister is a burger fiend like myself, we decided to meet one day to indulge in some carb-loading.

From the outside it doesn't look like much, but its what's on the inside that matters.

The menu is short and sweet with just six burgers and five sides on offer.

It didn't take long to choose and within what felt like minutes a tray of goodies made its way over to our table.

Chez chose the 'Hot Chic' chicken burger: buttermilk fried chicken, coleslaw, pickled cucumbers, lettuce and garlic aioli in a brioche bun.

I don't think that the picture does the size of this burger justice. It was absolutely enormous and absolutely delicious. (I know because this is what I had last time).

Chez took a bite and I awaited the verdict...

She agreed that it was one of the best burgers she's ever had. 

I went for the 'Smokey Robinson': beef, cheese, lettuce, tomato, caramelised onions, bacon, ketchup and (no) mayo, again in a brioche bun which as far as I'm concerned are the only way to serve 

 Warning: they're amazing, but also seriously messy. You'll end up with molten cheese on your forehead and caramelised onions up your sleeves if you're not careful. (NB- they're so worth it.)

Now I know I've ranted and raved about the burgers, but they're not the only reason I love P&B.

Whatever you do, get. the. chicken. wings. 

 They're crispy and saucy at the same time with a bit of bite, served with cool spring onions.

I don't really know what else to say about them other than you need them in your life immediately.

We also got a side of fries, you know, just for good measure. 

 Miraculously we managed to finish just about everything and left with full bellies and mucky hands in need of some sanitiser. 

Patty & Bun have two branches, this one on James Street (by Selfridges) and another at Liverpool street which apparently does breakfast which I'm eager to try.

There's no reservations (waah) so, as always, head up early or late- avoid peak times at all costs!