Burgers and Bloggers

“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.” 

― J.R.R. Tolkien

Here, here, Tolkien! And there is fewer men wiser than Tolkien out there, which is why I think food bloggers are some of the happiest, friendliest people around. So stick us all in a room together, and well, I think we may have found the method for world peace.

Last week saw Tommi's Burger Joint host a food blogger and Food Media party in the King's Road location. Open for a few months now, it was simply a way to bring people together for a good time. Burgers and bloggers? Well I know I have no complaints. 

Tommi himself first rallied up the troops and gave a rousing speech as to why he decided to leave Iceland and open up a burger joint. In true foodie style, Tommi gave a big flip the finger to the health critics of burgers and stripped to display rather toned abs. Burger diet? Now that's something I can get on board.

So embracing my new found passion for dieting, I decided to tuck right in.

Tommi's keep it pretty simple; burger, cheese burger, veggie burger or steak burger. No frills really, just honest clean burgers. I will be completely honest with you, they weren't the best burgers I've had. Maybe because I am actually a fan of the all those 'frills' on burgers, but if you are after hearty, quality patties, then Tommi's your man.

They do however do amazing sides. Bloody Mary Ketchup? Errrr yes!

So with our hearty filled with happiness and our tums filled with goodness, we drank, laughed and ate the night away.

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#foodporn

On the night, we had all put our cards into a hat, for a mystery prize. Leyla won. Just look at that face- pure surprise. 

And wouldn't you be if you won this bad ass prize...



Oh yeahhhhh!

After a quite a few glasses of wine, we all popped over the road to Raffles for some more boozing and boogying.

The camera made a hasty retreat by this point, but before too long, the energy from all those burgers wore off (don't you know us foodies need constant re-fueling?) and it was time for bed, back to the land where we count lamb chops not sheep to help us slumber.