You know those nights where you go to make dinner and realize that you have nothing that constitutes a proper meal, but you’re also way too exhausted to go out and get something? This happens a lot in grad school. How many times have you wished that you could get dinner delivery of something besides pizza or Chinese? This also happens a lot in grad school.
Well, London has listened. Amity and I found out about a great little place right here in Fulham that delivers – wait for it – burgers. That’s right, burgers. We held on to the idea and finally, on one of those nights where we knew we weren’t going to eat unless somebody walked up and put the food in our hands, we called up the nice guys at Chosen Bun.
Despite the plethora of Harry Potter references that could be made with a place whose name is a play on “Chosen One,” I keep thinking of Kung Pow.
So we pretty much reenacted that scene as I stood on the sidewalk calling “Chooosen Buuun!” and the delivery guy yelled, “I’m coming!” as his motorcycle inexplicably jumped backwards and forwards down the road. Or that’s what I imagined happening in my head (it’s a scary place, folks).
He really did pull up on a little motorcycle with a big thermal bag on the back, fill my arms with steaming boxes, and speed off into the sunset. It was beautiful.
I raced back upstairs and Amity and I spread out our feast on the kitchen table. First, we had a big decision: which shake to try first?
One of the things that really appealed to me about Chosen Bun was the simplicity of their menu. They don’t have a ton of options, but the options they do have are good ones. It’s not overwhelming and it’s easy to make your picks.
Their handmade “moonshakes” came in three flavors: Oreo, rum vanilla caramel, and strawberry banana. Am & I had a good laugh about that last one – I mean, really? It just doesn’t compete. Naturally we ordered one each of the first two and swapped them back and forth.
They were foamy and delicious, and both excellent although I’d say the rum won out by just a bit. Plus now we have a jar that we can use to pretend we’re drinking rum at any time of the day. It’s endlessly amusing.
Let’s not dawdle over the shakes for too long, though, because there’s still the main event to come!
Our burgers and baked Belgian chips were packed up tight in cardboard fortresses that kept them secure and piping hot on the journey here.
We popped open the top of the burger box to find a second layer of vented protection.
Throw that aside, and you have a masterpiece in a branded bun staring you in the face:
Amity and I both got The Shoveman. It had all the essential ingredients plus top secret Shoveman Sauce, and was quite literally dripping with red onion & garlic chutney (that sludgy stuff at the bottom).
These were some GOOD burgers. My iron is rising to satisfactory levels just looking at that picture again.
Now, I know what you’re thinking. Amazing burgers. Handmade milkshakes. All delivered right to your door. This has got to be too good to be true. These burgers must be transported in some reckless and dangerous fashion, right? They probably roll up to your building carried by a baby riding an alligator. Think again…
If you’re worried about that, Chosen Bun sets your mind right at ease. But that’s not the only inappropriate method of food delivery, is it?
Don’t worry, guys! These burgers won’t come by kayak, or by old-timey giant-wheeled bicycle. I know I was concerned about that. It’s motorcycles or bust for these dudes.
They don’t know I exist, I was just so excited by the concept of burger delivery that I had to share. My brother, at least, will be totally down with this.