When I first moved to London, a friend and I spent the day in Central and stumbled upon Kingly Court. The square is nestled behind the bustling Carnaby Street and has three stories of the best foodie haunts in London - Pizza Pilgrims, Senor Ceviche and Rum Kitchen to name a few. Kingley Court is the ideal setting for dining. With al fresco seating perfect for the warmer months and dripping in Christmas lights later in the year, it is lovely all year round.
It was a hot, stuffy day in London when my friend and I were on the hunt for a milkshake and Stax Diner delivered the goods. A peanut butter milkshake and a portion of chips later, we were sold. The following week we went back with another friend in tow, but this time to try their burgers.
The menu is relatively limited, but in this case less is definitely more. The burgers are fuss free fantasticness at a very reasonable price. They serve milkshakes (standard and alcoholic), buttermilk fried chicken and something called a cajun onion blossom which looks like a giant tear and share onion ring *drool*. They also offer a variety of unusual lagers, ales and stouts that differ from day to day, as well as a mouth-watering brunch menu.
The interior is like their food - fuss free and authentic. The place is small, the walls covered in vinyl records and band posters and the furniture has an industrial feel painted yellow, red and black. And of course a diner isn't complete without a neon sign.
If there is one person who rivals my burger obsession, it's my boyfriend, so when we spent the weekend in London I knew where we had to go for late lunch. To drink I had a deliciously tangy fresh pink lemonade, served in a mason jar. We both went for 'bring home the bacon' burger; juicy medium rare beef patty inside a bouncy brioche bun with cheese of your choice, caramelised onions and maple glazed beef bacon - what burger dreams are made of. We also shared a portion of their 'boardwalk fries' - skin on cajun flavoured chips to you and I. We wolfed down our burgers and following a few grunts of appreciation, all that was left on the greaseproof paper was a small pool of burger juice and some stray onions (I had to restrain myself from polishing off both).
For all my fellow burger buddies out there, head to Stax - you won't regret it.
