The Burger Connoisseur : Bungalows & Bears, Sheffield

Welcome to the first ever instalment of my brand spanking new blog series: The Burger Connoisseur.

Hands up: I am that person who always orders the same thing in restaurants. Yes, I do try new things, but no, I just don’t want a blue cheese stuffed crab linguini pie. I want juicy meat, a strong slice of cheese, and oodles of salad in a toasted bun alongside half a bottle of ketchup and a handful of fries. Not chic, but true.

This means of course, that I’ve had a great many burgers in my time. So many, that my mum is actually getting exasperated. So, to begin what will one day become the tasting of a burger in many restaurants around the world, I give you the burger at Bungalows & Bears.

*disclaimer: I know about burgers as much as the next person. i.e. OMG BURGER.

Where: 

The Old Fire Station on Division Street (already chic.)

The Meat: 

noticeably seasoned, but very very juicy. The extra flavours lend a real gourmet feel to an otherwise classic burger.

The Cheese:

 It may look like 4am BigMac cheese that is mingled with sambuca and lipstick, but it’s not. It’s niiiiice niiiice cheese.

The Extras: 

The greatest onion rings ever given to man: leftover reminders of the time our ancestors spent in Eden. And fries with some skin still on and with lots if salt. mmmmm.

My Burger Rating ( /5 ):

Find Bungalows & Bears here and at The Old Fire Station, Division Street, Sheffield, S1 1RU

 

PS. I’M HAVING A HUUUUGGGEEE WEBSITE REVAMP AND REBRAND SO WATCH OUT FOR THAT!

Inspiration: Coloured Front Doors

I don’t only love fashion. I do in fact like everything that is pretty, smells nice and is generally quite expensive. One of these things (though I’ve never smelled one) is the allure of colourful front doors. They don’t sell these in Zara and that’s probably a good thing because if they did then I would own an awful lot of them. They would be scattered all over my room but I would have no house to put them on and would undoubtedly cry at the fact that I had absolutely no doors for my house to wear.  I am that person who walks past other people’s houses and, if their front door is grey or pink or duck egg blue, I look at it for far too long because it isn’t white and therefore everything about their house is jus wonderful.

This is something that particular happens in the posh parts of London when everyone and their butler has a perfect-looking door; the people of Chelsea must be afraid I am some sort of lecherous stalker when in fact I just like their door a bit too much. I love them. It is one of my dreams to one day own a door like the ones below, though I think it might take a lot of bribery and puppy dog eyes to convince Simon that we should get one. He wouldn’t want anyone mistaking us for the witch in Hansel and Gretel with the house made of sweets. The links to these marvellous doors can be found on my pinterest.

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