After an abortive attempt to visit here on Thursday night, where D, his flatmate H and I were thwarted by those NHS style queues again, D and I decided that on a snowy Sunday mid morning, no one in their right mind would want to head to Patty and Bun. We were right: there were only a couple of tables – the place only seats about 30 – so we sat down right away. It’s a cute place, not much in the way of décor but the waiting staff are nonchalantly dishevelled in a way that D thought would make him hate the place.

Thankfully we both really liked it; the menu is more extensive than Dirty Burger’s, so I had the Ari Gold Cheesburger (beef patty, cheese, lettuce, tomato, pickled onion, ketchup, smokey P&B mayo on brioche buns), and D had the Smokey Robinson (as above but with caramelised onion and bacon). It was really, really good; the brioche bun particularly fresh and perfectly, well, brioche-y – that mix of slightly salty and sweet. The meat was very good, and the P&B mayo subtle and, yes, I’m going to use this word: piquant. We also braved the P&B hot sauce which stung a bit but oh, the sweet, sweet pain. In a word: VG.