MEATliquor

Exquisite Burgers, Vibrant Staff, Unforgettable Vibes!

Stumbling upon MeatLiquor in East Dulwich is like accidentally tracking down the snazzier cousin of your local fast-food joint who made good in the big city. The interior is as eclectic and vibrant as if a retro diner designer hooked up with a rebelling dive bar architect. Beaming with fervent charm, the soundtrack finds a way to tune out tragic London drizzle with tunes just upbeat enough to make you forget you didn't choose to come at happy hour. Every corner seems curated around the brilliant staff—Yasmeen adding more than just notes of cheer and Nick casually orchestrating goodwill missions from his post. Even that bit in the gap is covered by an unsung hero whose talent goes beyond wielding menus like they’re mics. In the world of spirits, the paloma-ish seems lovingly poured to deliver sunshine and reckless happiness in every sip.

Between mouthfuls of ever-reliable burger outcomes uniting our flavor-jaded taste buds with unparalleled juiciness, it’s quirks abound. Never mind the supposed irony of miniscule vegan nuggets priced with grandeur, executives dared to challenge Lord Inflation here—and won only half the battle. However, Dragons spent battling Deliveroo marauders hawking endless sea-faring, cycling orders might need more than witty mocks to salvage what once seemed undoubtedly theirs to conquer. Portions might be skimpy, and drama sometimes dictates encore calls more than the burgered bellies do, but MeatLiquor simply has this bone-deep affection for many souls clapping their greasy burger two thumbs twelve ways (without salting eyebrows too grumpily). Unsurprisingly, this hub is packed, frequented, and you’ve probably overpaid at other forumally throughout your manual subsistence experiments in trendier gourmet since whatever year. Coach rides offer us low-dose Londoners adventurous prandials under fringe parapets; welcome home. — Penelope Savory