MEATliquor W1 1

74 Welbeck Street , London, W1G 0BA

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SquareMeal Review of MEATliquor W1

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“Reliably crowded, dark and loud”, Meatliquor’s burger-led swagger has taken it far beyond niche – there’s even a cookbook now. But although you can scoff its iconic patties in several ‘Meat’ outlets these days, the original bunker is still a place of pilgrimage for devotees who don’t mind the queues and consider the tagline ‘come hungry, leave wobbly’ a welcome challenge. The menu’s core appeal is in the purist butter-grilled cheeseburger, mustardy double-decker Dead Hippie, house chilli dogs and extravagantly pimped sides (fried pickles, chilli cheese fries and the like) – while specials feature the Garbage Plate (fries topped with a patty, cheese, onions and gravy) and chargilled prawns – not forgetting the Game Over cocktail, a combination of vodka, gin, rum, tequila, triple sec, Pisang Ambon and absinthe, which is so strong it’s limited to two per diner. You want ‘dirty’ food and drink? You got it.


MEATliquor W1 is recommended for

Dark And Moody | Late Night Dining

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Nearby Tube/Rail Stations

Bond Street Tube Station 144m

Oxford Circus Tube Station 530m

Address

Address: 74 Welbeck Street , London W1G 0BA

Area: Marylebone

Opening times

Mon-Sun 12N-12M (Fri-Sat -2am Sun -10pm)

Nearby Landmarks

Wigmore Street 142m

James Street 144m

Details

Telephone: 020 7224 4239

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Cuisine: North American Burgers

7.7

Food & Drink: 8.1

Service: 7.4

Atmosphere: 7.5

Value: 8.2

Food & Drink: 4.0

Service: 4.0

Atmosphere: 4.0

Value: 4.0

Joanna G. platinum reviewer 30 June 2016

I ate here a couple of times when it first opened a few years back, but on weekend lunchtimes when it is less busy. This time we went On a Thursday evening and it was predictably very busy, although by the time we had ordered a cocktail at the bar a table came free, so we didn't wait for long. We had their legendary butter-grilled cheeseburger, fries and onion rings to share (you really need to share these, they are the size of dustbin lids!) and a few pretty decent negronis. I fear that I am now of an age though where I have become less tolerant of loud music and would much rather have have a conversation, so not sure I will be rushing back any time soon, I was relieved to step out into the relative peace and quiet of Oxford Street. The staff are rushed off their feet but friendly and accommodating.

Food & Drink: 4.0

Service: 4.0

Atmosphere: 4.0

Value: 4.0

anna g. 03 September 2014

Meat Liquor is a great place to eat and hangout with friends. The best burgers in London are served up with fried pickles, onion rings, and many more delicious items. No reservations, so you will have to compete with others for a table.

Food & Drink: 3.0

Service: 3.0

Atmosphere: 3.0

Value: 3.0

Pass The Truffle bronze reviewer 17 August 2013

The MEAT and the liquor half of London has been raving about. Not only are they raving, they are queuing down the street for a mouthful. The sight of NO RESERVATIONS always worries me. Standing still for over an hour is not an ideal combination with my ants in pants syndrome. With intense burger cravings we arrived at 11:48am, 12 minutes before MEATliquor opens it’s doors. Second in line, SCORE! Turned around 2 minutes later to find about 50 people queuing behind us so thank god my friend is a punctual German. Not only is he German but was incredibly hungover, making our burger mission evermore vital. Experienced MEATliquor-ers had mentioned a Quentin Tarantino influence. They were spot on. Dark, gloomy decor with a comical, sadistic twist to it – Quentin in a nutshell. Will not spoil the quirky interior of this burger joint, will leave that element of surprise for when you visit yourself. Unless you get so hungry waiting in the queue you could care less by the time you make it inside. This is possible. Known for their liquor – I naturally went for a cocktail. It would be rude not to try one, plus it’s so dark in there it feels like night time. Space Gin Smash highly recommended if you share my love for elderflower. Fresh but with a punch, great balance. To accompany my smashing cocktail I had the Mushroom Provolone Cheesesteak – shaved rumpsteak, onions, mushrooms, provolone cheese in a bun. This Philly Cheesesteak is massive. Genuinly impressed with myself for finishing. Some chunks of the steak were a little chewy if I must be critical. Though a mushy bun filled with meat, onion and melted cheese definitley satisfies. Would have preferred more cheese as it was a tad meat heavy. Side of Slaw – southern style, was pretty decent and not overly creamy. The hungover German went for the Dead Hippie – 2x beef patties, dead hippie sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, minced white onions. Side of Fries – not chips – which were greasy but would likely please a fries-lover (which I’m not). Tastebuds on a hangover are risky, surely anything with high fat content hits the spot so I took a bite of judgement into the Dead Hippie. My friends hangover had in fact not impaired his sense of taste, that hippie was dead on. Service was quite slow, drinks took about 15 minutes to arrive. Did they run to the back garden to pick the elderflower? Waitresses were busy but attentive enough to see when we needed anything. Next time I'm going for a burger, accompanied by a cocktail of course. American food with every intention of curing hangovers. The whimsical interior (down to the restrooms!) gives major brownie points and the bar looks like it would be buzzing on a Friday night. Only piece of advice, arrive at least 12 minutes prior to opening. Or bring a camping chair, a thermos of coffee and chill in the queue. www.passthetruffle.co.uk

Food & Drink: 4.0

Service: 4.0

Atmosphere: 4.0

Value: 4.0

Mazzi B. bronze reviewer 04 March 2013

It feels a bit copy-cat tastic to join the chorus of approval, but there is no way of hiding the fact that my recent dinner at meatliquor was an unmitigated triumph. How happy am I that I arrived suitably hungry? To have not done the food justice would have been criminal, but let me go back on myself and give a more fulsome account of what went down culinary wise on Friday night. My friend and I were wise enough to turn up super early, as in still wearing office attire early rather than shed of our work persona and be in our ‘home clothes’ – and this tactic spared us the worst of the queues, although when we did enter the no bookings system was somewhat stretched to capacity as there was a gaggle of other diners waiting by the bar to be seated. Luckily for us this is when the cocktail menu kicked into play. I started and indeed continued the night on Fallen Angelitas a tequila based cocktail that was deceptively refreshing but packed a boozy punch – think souped-up lime cordial and you get the general flavour. The décor was very ‘Goths-r-Us’: faux blood splattered walls, graffiti ‘house rules’ scrawled on the wall proclaiming ‘no d***heads’ and other unsavoury sorts allowed and indie-rock being blasted from the stereo system. The regulation hipsters have been transplanted from their natural East End habitat to serve as waiting staff in this West End establishment and the food and drink orders are bellowed across the din to add to the whole manic vibe. Whilst some might find these affectations a tad pretentious, the food and dare I type it, the pretty factor of said staff, made you forgive all of the above. The menu is pretty short and focused. Do not come here if you don’t want to eat a burger or hot dog with fries and do not come here if you like fancy tableware and would baulk at your food being served to you on a metal tray. I would say do not come here on a first date, but if your ardour for one another can survive rivulets of burger juice travelling up your arm as you go for your first bite and copious mouth wiping with the kitchen towel roll provided (no point in napkins when you are tackling the unholy trinity of mustard, ketchup and mayo), then it’s good to say you’re onto a winner. I opted for the Green Chilli Cheese Burger, a riff on a classic cheeseburger with the introduction of green chilli mayo and a portion of classic fries and my friend had the Mushroom Swiss Burger. The fact that neither of us talked to one another for twenty minutes (and we can both chat for England) tells a story all of its own about how good these burgers are. Add to this that by the time my plate was clear I was chair-dancing in happiness (hey, by this point I had embraced all elements of the experience and Santigold was playing on the stereo), shows just how good it felt to eat something so uncompromisingly delicious. Simple things done well may have become a trend of late in the dining scene with the proliferation of singular themed restaurants opening up, but when they are done this well, you can be forgiven for not bothering to diversify the menu. Next time I am coming dressed like a latter day Afro-Zombie and eating a Dead Hippie Burger with fries AND slaw. The food will definitely be good so I might as well aim for blending in with the surroundings accordingly.

Food & Drink: 4.0

Service: 4.0

Atmosphere: 4.0

Value: 5.0

Steven H. 15 October 2012

Great burgers, the Dead Hippie my favourite, great chilli fries and great cocktails for a decent price, I couldn't be more pleased with Meat Liquor on the two previous visits I have made. I am returning again next week, and surely that's all the review you need, paying customers returning should say it all, but if not then the queue down the street any time after 6pm should be enough. This is not fine dining, it's burgers and fries served on trays with kitchen roll in a dimly lit trendy restaurant. If you don't want that don't go. If you want amazing burgers and cocktails for two at £50 or so then get there. I think it's ace.

Food & Drink: 4.0

Service: 3.0

Atmosphere: 3.0

Value: 3.0

Ms. Macaroon bronze reviewer 04 October 2012

Came here on a girl's night out after giving up on the queue at Bubbledogs, and still hungry after cocktails and a few scraps in the bar at Dabbous. We were desparate. Felt sick when the smell hit me as I walked in. Felt sick when I left, full of junk food. Slept awfully that night due to the food baby that had grown in my tummy. I was expecting great things, perhaps too much, as the whole experience was disappointing. Highs: good cocktails, great chicken burger. And thank God for coleslaw which took the edge off all the fried food. Lows: the burger was disappointing – dry and overcooked. It was way too dark – I like to vaguely see what I'm eating, even it's junk food, otherwise nerves take hold. That's why I've never been to Dans Le Noir. Beer only served in cans – what's wrong with bottles?! This is the place to come if ravenously stumbling round Fitzrovia after a night of excess. I will be avoiding on future evenings out with the ladies.

Food & Drink: 3.0

Service: 3.0

Atmosphere: 3.0

Value: 3.0

Jonathan T. 29 September 2012

One of the best burgers you will ever eat.

Food & Drink: 4.0

Service: 5.0

Atmosphere: 4.0

Value: 5.0

Cara 15 September 2012

The constant queue outside MeatLiquor speaks for itself. This place is magnificent. The decor may seem a little sinister and intimidating at first; very dark with paint splattered walls and heads of various animals you are about to devour illustrated on the ceiling. If the design of the restaurant isn't to your taste, I can assure you that the food will be. A cheeseburger is very reasonably priced at £6.50 and perfect every time Food is served with a roll of kitchen paper (which one makes very good use of). Tip: ask them to hold the onion on the cheese fries – they tend to add far too much diced raw onion and it overpowers the flavour. I really can't sing this place's praises enough. Staff are always friendly, drinks are to die for and the food is un-fussy and magnificent. If you like MeatLiquor – try their “fast food joint” inspired sister in Covent Garden, MeatMarket.

Food & Drink: 4.0

Service: 3.0

Atmosphere: 3.0

Value: 4.0

The Cheese platinum reviewer 30 May 2012

A cathedral of meat; that’s what Meatliquor is. I’m unsure whether this came to me in a moment of near-brilliance as I chowed down on my inexcusable fried feast, or whether I pilfered the term from a fellow reviewer. Either way, it sums up the joint a treat. Everything reinforces the notion, from the dome-like ceiling spattered with scarlet graffiti, haunting skulls and the odd menacing owl, to the slavish devotion rumoured to drive queueing times into untold realms. And they really do wait longingly by the way, and you will too (unless, that is, you like your burgers for breakfast). The dramatic surroundings are undoubtedly divisive; some will revel in the assault on the senses like it’s a Hell’s Angel’s pipe dream, while others are sure to recoil. Some may question why the latest commodity to earn its own veritable theme park is chargrilled flesh, but that’s one for the cool kids with no reservations to decide. So we found ourselves sat in this American-diner-come-hick-bar, overlooking the spectacle and feeling a little overwhelmed by the heart-quickening neon and noise that slices through the paint-splattered gloom. I’m served my Dead Hippie on a utilitarian tray, and discover there are few pleasures as wrong yet right as said burger. Though deceptively modest in size, we were floored by over-ordering. (Our lovely and entirely unpretentious waitress kindly tried to disuade us, to no avail). And so to the happily plump, double patties soused with unctuous cheese and their slightly sweet, neat bap, alongside gargantuan onion rings and tangles of super-skinny fries. Then there was the outrageous hot dog which earned my vote for its sheer bullishness. Admittedly it was near-impossible to eat, but the chilli was fragrant with earthy spice and the smokey frank was devilishly tasty. There are numerous pretenders to the burger zeitgeist’s throne. In my mind, Meatliquor reigns supreme above its peers; perhaps even dear old Lucky Chip. But herein lies the problem. The latter’s higgledypiggledy charm – its willful shabbiness – is born out of the scatty but organic roots of an eclectic location (that being Hackney’s finest, Broadway Market). Admittedly, this location may have its own share of posturing, but its ramshackle surroundings are genuine. For all its speakeasy leanings, Meatliquor lacks authenticity. Many of the affectations are indeed fitting, like rolls of kitchen paper to dab away unruly sauce and soft drinks served in jam jars. I hear that fans are tattooed (or rather branded) with the restaurant’s name; this is all in keeping with the aesthetic. But I cringe at an eye-watering exchange between father and grown-up son, in which Junior reveals to his Pa that the gents resides behind the door scrawled ‘Dicks’. There’s a part of me – and I wish there wasn’t – that fears it might all be a tad… well, daft. A rockabilly hipster at the bar definitely looked the part – knocking back sazeracs like he’d just parked up his trailor having escaped the cast of True Blood – but he was well within earshot of the bevvy of West-End shoppers. As he looked on, a well-to-do family celebrated purchases from a local department store in a very middle-class take on the show ‘n’ tell session. And, bizarrely for a place that looks like the aftermath of a blood bath between a goth and a redneck, there’s no shortage of yummy mummies with kin in tow. It’s not a date place either; the burger is awash with obscene levels of juiciness, and I left with non-specific gloop smeared about my person. I eventually emerged like a newborn, totally bewildered by sunlight. I was also at the mercy of a deep, debilitating meat funk, which robbed me of the afternoon. So I’d say go to Meatliquor, but don’t stay too long; it’s simply too intense to reclaim your day. But as a place to dip in between too many rounds of drinks, with an almighty feed for two under 30 quid? Spot on.

Food & Drink: 5.0

Service: 2.0

Atmosphere: 3.0

Value: 4.0

Richard E. platinum reviewer 21 February 2012

My mate Andy claims that nobody outside of American knows how to cook a decent burger. He is American, so maybe he has a point. Then again, in all my many, many visits to the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave, I have only ever had one truly outstanding, memorable meal. The same number as I’ve had in Copenhagen. And several fewer than in Bray. So maybe Americans just don’t know how to cook. There is always a queue outside Meatliquour, so we decided to brave it and find out why. Well it’s not the location, stuck as it is in the bowels of a concrete monstrosity of a sixties car park (land cleared thanks to the Luftwaffe) next to a strip club. Nor the décor, which is Berlin Bunker chic circa Glasnost by way of Camden market. Nor the service, which is relaxed to the point of incompetency. It is the burgers: say what you like about any other aspect of the operation (and believe me, I shall), the burgers are quite spectacularly good. Forget GBK or any of the other pretenders to the crown of Best Burger in Britain, these are hands down winners. Just the right size to be grabbed with both hands, the meat the absolutely spot on texture, the perfect pickle, the juices (meatliquor maybe?) flowing down your arm, onion rings the size of donuts. Yes, this is burger heaven. Set in hell. Of course I realise that I am getting old, but is it too much to ask for sufficient light to read the menu by? Maybe put some torches on the table? We had just about enough natural light seeping through to read the no-nonsense menu, which has succinct descriptions like: “bacon cheeseburger: bacon, cheese, meat, bread” and “chilli burger: nuff said”. There are many other affectations, such as a set of bizarre (amusing?) rules, pinned to the bar (which include “no wanking, no dickheads, no freeloading, no shirtlocking and no gerbils”, although “guinea pigs are welcome”). Then there are the bar staff who all shout out “liquor” when a round is ready to be served. There is no cutlery, no plates, kitchen rolls serve as napkins and there is no salt set at the table. Shades of Nico Ladenis at the height of his fame: like Nico, the chef knows that what comes out is perfectly seasoned. The clientele too is a bizarre range, from oldies like us, through tourists seeking escape from the hordes battling the Oxford Street sales and families with young kids, who can’t seem to work out why they decided on this as the right place to bring young children. It is perfectly fine for them, so long as they don’t look too closely at the graphics on the walls, some of which are really quite graphic. Drinks are some fine cocktails, beers and the odd bottle of wine. Not all of the cocktails really work mind you: the Full English Martini comes with a pickled quail’s egg dusted in powdered bacon. Yes, it is as silly as it sounds. And then the service: again, I felt like shouting out “money” in mimicry of the bar staff considering how long it took to get the bill. This was nothing as to how long it took to get change; we sat there so long a parade of waitresses kept asking us if everything was ok, as we had no food or drinks left, yet refused to budge. A tip: proffer exact money only. But as we left, had anyone in the long, long queue stopped to ask me if it was worth the wait, I should undoubtedly have said yes: forget everything other than the burgers. Enjoy them to the full, as you are unlikely ever to try a better one. Even in America.

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