Do not skip the truffle fries. They’re thick, salty, and dusted with parmesan. Share them? No way. They’re your fries, and you will defend them.
Funny detail: the ketchup is served in a tiny metal cup. It looks like a prop from a sci-fi movie. You’ll feel like a giant eating a dollhouse portion. Embrace it.
Menu at Black Bear Burger restaurant, London, 17 Exmouth Market
Pro tip: ask for extra smoked paprika to sprinkle on the fries. The staff will wink, like you cracked a secret code. It’s the little things.
Why Everyone’s Talking About It
Black Bear Burger started as a pop-up. It was a tiny stall in a market. Now it’s a permanent fixture, and people queue in the rain. That’s loyalty you can taste.
The chef, a tattooed guy who never stops smiling, sometimes comes out to chat. He’ll tell you the sauce took three years to perfect. Three years for a sauce. Respect.
Weird fact: the menu changes depending on how many chickens they sold that week. Seriously. If chicken is out, duck might appear. It’s like a choose-your-own-adventure, but you eat it.
