Ohhhhh mamma have I been excited to write this post.
Ever since Lauren and I visited New York last November, I’ve not been able to stop thinking about Lobster Rolls. America seems to have more of a thing about lobster – I only ever see it here in England on the menu at fancy restaurants, whereas in NYC you could practically get it at McDonalds.
(you couldn’t – I don’t think – but hey McDonalds step yo game up)
I could go into economic and sociological theory about why this is the case but LUCKY YOU, I won’t, because I’m here to tell you about my own little slice (or roll) of New York right here in good ol’ Blighty.
I poured over restaurant menus when we were back in Brighton, thinking SURELY some young hipster upstart had come up with the idea to provide lobster rolls to the braying public of Brighton, but alas they had not. So, when we moved to London I promised that the first possible opportunity we would visit one of the Capital’s beautiful, beautiful, lobster-roll-selling-establishments.
And wouldn’t you know it, Burger and Lobster does just what it says on the tin.
A couple of weekends ago, Lauren and I had our first day off together, just the two of us, since we moved here. We visited a Fashion Exhibition at the Barbican – this was a win win because Lauren got to see a fashion exhibition, and I got to spend time at the Barbican which is fast becoming my favourite place in London. VERY CONVENIENTLY there’s a Burger and Lobster about a 10 minute walk round the corner (dangerous to know, seeing as I also work nearby), so we booked a table and off we headed.
Now, there was me thinking a restaurant in Central London would be heaving on a Saturday afternoon. Turns out because it’s in Farringdon which is essentially The City, and we were outside the hustle and bustle of the workday week, we arrived and it was DEAD. I made an awkward joke about needing to book a table. The guy must have thought we were idiots. Anyway, it was nice because we got to sit at the little bar thing and peer over the glass divider at the Lobsters that would soon be on our plates.
Naturally, we both ordered the lobster roll because I’d waited 11 months damnit.
When it arrived I practically wept.
Served on a silver platter, a brioche roll stuffed to the brim with lobster. I felt like I had been reunited with an old friend. I could have embraced the waiter. I would be surprised if anybody has ever looked at him with more love in their eyes.
The first bite took me right back to sitting in Luke’s Lobster overlooking Times Square, and it was absolutely glorious.
If you’re looking for your own little piece of NYC right here in London, Burger and Lobster is your place to go <3 <3 <3
P.S. Apparently the Farringdon branch of B&L was a pub in Lock, Stock and Smoking Barrels. I haven’t seen that film, but hey, that’s a nice bit of movie trivia for us to end on. BYE