MEAT Liquor
74 Welbeck Street, London, W1G 0BA
The day started with some leisurely drinking in a pub on the Southbank, the sun was out and the beer was flowing. As night fell we all got a case of the drunken munchies and when someone suggested MEAT Liquor I jumped at the chance.
We excitedly made our way over to Marylebone and then there it was, on the corner of Welbeck Street and situated underneath a public NCP car park, the painted black building complete with blacked out windows and a red neon sign above the door that simply read 'MEAT'.
With such a simple website and exterior I was really excited to get inside and see what all the fuss was about.
As we walked around the corner though we saw a stream of people, 3 deep half way down the road.
Its now 9.30pm, I have a train to catch in 2 hours, its bloody freezing and I'm not psyched!
I thought the etiquette was to tell you how long the wait is, give your name and contact number and go hang out in a nearby (warm) pub until your table is ready. Not here, your made to just wait outside with no estimation of time in the freezing cold and expected to feel privileged for doing so.
After waiting for 45 minutes my hostility towards the situation started to pass and my stomach started to rumble. Finally inside the building I was taken back by the decor - the owl and wolf painted ceilings combined with a dark abattoir esq feel was edgy and made those excited feeling I initially had come flooding back.
Our table wasn't ready so we went to the bar for a drink, I did have a really nice bottle of cider (£4), but then also noticed that all the other drinks were served in empty glass jam jars - they obviously think its cool so maybe I'm just getting old.
We were then shown to our table, only to then be told that it wasn't our table and that we would have to go back to the bar to wait for a bigger table to become available. My hostility started to return, but as quickly as we returned to the bar we were being taken downstairs to our table.
Once seated we perused over the menu, it was small and straight to the point, but I liked that.
We ordered the Chicken Wings and Blue Cheese Sauce to start and the plain Cheese Burger for main.
The starter arrived very quickly and was excellent! If I was to be overly critically then I would say that the wings were slightly on the small side, but the blue cheese dip was so good that we really didn't care.
Our burgers arrived shortly after wards - all on one tray, just to be handed round the table to everyone. There were 9 of us so it felt a bit like a surreal BBQ at your mates house.
The burger is self (£6.50) was really succulent, pink inside and oozing with juices, packed with onion, lettuce and pickles. The bun was, well just a little bit burnt and I left feeling a little bit...greasy and guilty for eating a burger when I need to get into a pair of size 10 shorts for summer. Having said that, the texture and taste of the burger was really good and its definitely the best burger I've ever had for £6.50.
However, when I look back at my last visit to Byron; I walked straight in and was seated, politely. The bun wasn't burnt (it fact it was brioche was REALLY good), it wasn't greasy and I even got a plate (as opposed to a roll of kitchen towel to catch the grease and filling that might have left my burger) and for only a couple of quid extra I think I know which one I'd choose to go back to.
Over all, the burger was good and the interior was exciting, but the cold queue, rude staff and general arrogance of the place just wasn't for me - Wow, I really am getting old!