Today started with a brief phone chat and then the decision to have brunch followed. Where did we go? A shack - bin adjacent. No, really. Dirty Burger is essentially a shed not too far from Kentish Town station. It's hidden behind another restaurant (searching is part of the fun) and is opposite a gym which adds to the perverse pleasure of eating a delicious, cheese and sauce dripping burger.
Wash your hands in a basin, arm yourself with napkins and dig in as no cutlery is provided. Pay for your drinks and grab them from the fridge. A near perfect place. We've had a Dirty Burger, we'll be back for the Dirty Breakfast.
10 meters away we decided to kill two birds with one stone by checking out Pizza East. We had desert and coffee. So much coffee! Also, fashion week planning took place. Basically some shopping is in order.
Welcome to Aces&Eights. We've lost count of how many afternoons, nights and early mornings have been spent here so we thought it would be a good idea to introduce this one early on. The pizza rocks as does the jukebox. The cocktail list is concise but gets the job done. Favourite? Has to be a Parma Violence (gin, lemon juice and creme de violette). If you have a bra you're not that keen on you can trade it for free drinks. It's up to you to work out if that's a feminist choice or not. Warning: alcohol may alter your judgement. Not that we would know, we have church on Sundays.
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