You know those comedy gigs where the comedian is less than good? Probably just me, but when they're dying on stage, I try really hard to laugh encouragingly. To save their feelings. Like their mum would. However, if I'm still not laughing, despite being really open to it, I feel personally let down.
That's how I feel about Meat Liquor. I was super excited, I wanted to love it, I was let down.
Another no reservations policy means a long wait. No leaving your number and going off for a stroll; you want to eat, you commit. My tips: get there early and get there together. Unless you want to do that heart-breaking walk to the back to join your late (possibly soon-to-be-ex) friends or sit alone at the bar while they catch up.
They don't leave you stranded though. The complimentary, al-fresco onion rings (the size of your face!) keep you going.
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Look at 'em, the big oniony beasts. |
On our personal menu (already decided in the queue - efficient); the super-hyped Dead Hippy burger, the Dirty Chicken burger, Chilli Cheese fries and, of course, the Deep Fried Pickles as The List dictated.
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The dirty virtue of the chilli cheese fries, which were just plain heart-attack-tasty, kept the disappointment at bay (I do love a soggy chip and when has a dish of meat, cheese and fried potato ever disappointed?). It would have been that one good joke of the evening that elicits a genuine snort.
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Looked good... |
So all a bit controversially average. We tried to laugh all the way through but by the end it was a disappointing, meaty 'meh'. I couldn't even find the enthusiasm to write about it.
However, none of this stopped us from demolishing the lot and we left a little meat-drunk. So much so, my sister walked into a window.
Highlight of the evening.
For £22 for 2 people, you really can't complain and, thinking back, I might have judged the place by the wrong standards - this is not a posh, gourmet burger place; it's a 'here's your food now shovel it into your pie-hole' kind of place. Never to be defeated, I will definitely be returning, just armed with a tiny bit more perspective. Hold the pickles.
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Meat licked. |