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From: foodie Category: Consumer Date: 09 September 2006 Time: 06:06 AM Review: When you're hungry and tired you end up in the worst places. I felt like I'd died and gone to hamburger hell. That cold dark numb feeling of being stuck in a restaurant you have no energy to escape from. The beggars outside are druggies, ok, you tell yourself. Guacamole and bacon burger on sour dough bun with skinny fries. Even ed's easy might have been a better choice. This joint used to be a quite nice Italian style pizza a taglio, it didn't last long, fast food gone tomorrow, this location must be one of those cursed spots where no business can thrive. The food arrives, hurrah, and it tastes ok but suspiciously like it was never ever cooked, as though the meat was manufactured char grilled impregnated with metallic petrol flavor enhancers and the guacamole was pumped into tubs never smelling an avocado, the bacon is limp fatty and tasty, probably extruded from a bacon-printing-press. The place has none of the atmosphere of a Wetherspoons on a Thursday 3pm. Shrill laughter from the back, italian hillbilly punks tattooed up (their skin articulating what they cannot) come into to live their US diner pulp fiction fantasy, two men not on a date, a young couple sadly enjoying dinner. The decor makes no effort even to simulate Americana. Not cheap of course, the bill, the bill. Cheers you up, sort of, all this crap. Exit, pass that club, on the corner by Tottenham court rd station, a chubby ghost of a goth boy stares into space, aggresively or not.