If you see the black and white logo above, anywhere, I suggest you and who ever your with literally flock towards it. Because what this logo symbolises, is that the best burger in London is within your grasp.
Bleecker St. Burgers sets up shop in Spitalfields but can usually be found around street food markets in the city. I’ve tried them twice now, the first time was at popular London festival – Field Day, and secondly at a pop up street food event called Kerb in Kings Cross. Both experiences equally as memorable.
At a first glance, this probably isn’t the prettiest burger you’ll ever see. No brioche bun, tomatoes, lettuce etc. But that’s because they don’t need it. The cheese burger (£6) is compiled of your standard bun sprinkled with sesame seeds, beef patty and cheese with no nonsense added. This place is all about the beef, it is hands down the most tender, succulent, melt in your mouth patty you will ever experience. Try it as they recommend, medium rare. Go for the double patty for £9 if you’re feeling up to it. They also serve a Bacon Cheeseburger (£7), the Blue Burger (£6.5) and the Bleecker Black (£10). And a Veggie burger for for £6, but, that’s irrelevant.
Let me go into a little more detail of the experiences I’ve had with Bleecker. So on Field Day, drunk and ravenous, I spotted the famous black and white logo – instantly recognising it and remembering the recommendations I’d seen scattered across the net. In pursuit of what I’d heard to be the best burger in London, I headed over to the swarm of people that surrounded the food truck. I waited a good half an hour all in all and God damn, it was worth it. I scoffed that burger down faster than I thought humanly possible, crazy happy. My good friend, Alex, asked for a bite. Hesitant I passed it over – after all I did want to share this momentous moment with someone. As the film Into The Wild tells us ‘happiness is only real when shared’.
Now this dude took the biggest mouthful of that burger he could and I hated him. I actually loathed him. Just for a split second. We’re totally good now – all has been forgiven. But see below the moment captured perfectly of me raining down on him for his faux pas – look how rattled he looks. And look how I’m cradling that burger – that’s how much food means to me.
The second time around I knew better. I ordered a double cheeseburger when I came across the truck again at Kerb. Pushing all my friends to order one too. They did and what followed was one of those blissful moments that occur when everyone’s eating something that tastes so good – people just don’t talk to each other. Another one of my friends tried Alex’s burger as the truck had run out of burgers – yes, that’s how popular it is – and literally dropped to his knees in awe of this burger.
I don’t have a picture for that moment.
But you do have my word.
Go try the damn thing.