Death by Burrito
London isn’t one to do things by half, and perhaps nowhere is this more exemplified than with Death by Burrito. If you’re inclined to think this is a somewhat melodramatic-sounding name, however, you will begin to understand as you find yourself eyeing up the pig cheek burrito – after polishing off number 3 or 4…
Filled to the brim with luscious meat and carbs, these are serious batons of goodness (or are they evil…) and in such a relaxed and informal atmosphere you don’t have to be afraid of getting your hands dirty. The crowd is the fashionable, design type you’d expect of the area, and service is hospitable – even if some confusion does present itself when the late night revellers turn up and wonder why everyone’s eating Mexican food in their club.
Housed in the infamous dive bar, Catch, in Shoreditch, and run by the Rebel Dining Society, the food is as adventurous as the queues are long so unless you want to be banished to the cocktail bar (which, by the way, is completely tequila-based and should call for a re-name of “Death by Lethal Cocktail List”) make sure you come in a small group – preferably four – and arrive early.