Stephen F.

Review of Balans

09 Sep 08, 09:43

Only real men can stomach a whole Balans Burger

Thanks to its location on one of Soho's busiest streets for nightlife, I (like seeming 3/4 of all punters in there) have never entertained going to Balans before 11:30pm. Nor have I ever arrived at this establishment without managing to get completely sozzled beforehand.

Consequently, what I know about the expansiveness of their menu, quality of service or wine list selection can be written on the back of a very small stamp.

What's more, none of this matters.

ALL one needs to know is that if you've ever indulged in an ale or two of an eve then a visit to Balans, where one can sit, salivating, open mouthed in awe at the majesty and sheer spectacle of one of their burgers, should be considered mandatory.

Such is its reputation for felling many a fine fellow, the Balan's Burger is beginning to enter into local folklore as something of a giant killer. It's an almighty tower of beef, bacon and cholesterol that is (quite literally if you were to indulge in, say, more than one a month) to die for.

Served up with a fistful of handcut fat fries you'd be doing well to find a better burger this side of stateside.

They say that those that have managed to finish one can be counted on the fingers of one hand. I, for one, having oft tried to enter this exclusive club, have found all attempts to date ending in failure.

So, if you know a good burger when you see it, and know what's good for you, then get yourself to Balans asap. You won't regret it.

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