A delightful lunch at Bread Street Kitchen, St. Paul’s.
A lesson in turning myself off sushi for a million years.
Wimpy is great, but I don’t know if I would order it again. I cannot even tell you why.
First up is this rather grainy shot of a burger on a plank of wood.
“I ordered it, and I don’t even want it”.
“well you’re the one eating it so I don’t mind, I’ll have a bite”.
There was just enough time to nip to the loo before dinner was served. The toilets lurk beyond two doors – labelled ‘Chicks’ and ‘Dicks’.
Even though at Bundance the patties are served slider-sized, there was going to be an inevitable capacity issue.
Shake Shack gives the discerning greasehound wooden tables, space and, when it’s in front of you, tearfully good-looking food.