When you have that much bourbon and burgers in a banging new bar above a strip club, you’ll wonder how you lived without it. Welcome to MEATliquor, BarChick’s best friend (and will be until it makes us fat). This place definitely is the most stylish burger bar in town with its neon red lighting, punk painted walls, butcher shop blinds and blood splats all over the place. It’s wicked and when BarChick visited in the early evening the music was rocking so who knows what kicks off late at night. Get a booth/sit on stools and the burgerettes (waitresses) will keep you well fed and watered.
So you have to eat, but hey Yianni didn’t get that good at making burgers for nothing. Plus the food is up there: burgers, chili fries, onion rings and the coconut cream pie must not be neglected, unless you are watching your waistline in which case leave or go for the rabbit food. BarChick says get stuck in, and with Harley Street around the corner you’ll be in perfect hands if you do decide to have a heart attack.
The bar is wicked, the liquors are caged and the walls are scribbled with rules such as “no shirtc*cking”, “no light petting” and “no gerbils”, classic. The drinks have been designed to be lunchtime friendly for those of you who aren’t allowed to return to the office drunk. They were all delicious, and mostly served in jam jars and often over a massive rock of ice which you can watch them hand cut, eskimo stylee. The Full English Martini is one for you Heston fans: Bombay Sapphire stirred down with Vermouth with a side of picked quail egg and bacon; BarChick’s kinda breakie. The Cyder Car is a West Country twist on the classic, and the Southern Comfort based Memphis Steamer is the stronger of their drinks and seriously delicious. We’ll probably see you in there.