I love burgers. They are one of the things that bring little pieces of joy to my life. Granted, I'm generally rubbish at finishing a full one and I usually end up wearing them. Little disappoints me more than a terrible burger. Luckily for me, Manchester is still in the swing of a full on burger takeover. Whilst some have been critical of the ever expanding scene, I am quite happy to celebrate it in all its beefy glory.
I love getting our friends' perspectives on new restaurants. I dread to think how many burgers I have eaten in different cities around the world... I home in on them like some sort of sniffer dog. I sometimes worry that my love for burgers makes me a little biased when sampling new ones, so it's always good to get fresh tastebuds in on the game. So to the newest calf on the block, Filthy Cow.
We were greeted by a delightful blonde lady who suggested that we may want to make ourselves at home in the nice booth upstairs (complete with neon pink S&M cow) and quickly ran through the ordering process. The rest of the decor can only be described as bovine themed cheekiness, and we did wonder how long it's going to take for someone to get stuck in those handcuffs... I'm just glad it wasn't one of my lot... My money's on two weeks, max.
Although the food arrives wrapped in waxed paper on a tray, the service is attentive and they do provide decent disposable cutlery for folk who fear picking up a burger like my homie Lee...
The sides are no afterthought either. The chips were crispy and deliciously salty, the onion rings were firm on the outside and soft on the inside (armadillo) and the coleslaw was crunchy without so much onion that you would knock your friends over with the potency. For the first time in ages I ate everything in front of me. Gone. I was pretty proud and disgusted with myself, all in one go.
Ginger's Comfort Emporium ice creams (go and check her out in Affleck's Palace). I'm a big fan of that Ginger one, so opted for the ice cream. Poor Phil was dying to try the salted caramel and peanut butter milkshake, but they didn't have enough of the ice cream left - bad times. Who ate all the ice cream dammit?
I tried all three that we ordered - research. I think my own was my favourite though; the simple golden syrup. There's no milk powder, fillers or muck in these pots of delight.
Yes it's another burger gaff. Owner Jordan's done her homework and is keeping it simple. If you want some fancy shmancy, mile high, cleverly concocted recipe, stick with the likes of Almost Famous and Solita as they have their own place in the Manchester burger scene. Fancy a quick bite without breaking the bank? Head to Filthy Cow.
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