I skipped lunch and wore my fat girl jeans in preparation for the media tasting at Chur Burger on Monday night. So I was already hungry when I walked into the quaint little hole-in-the-wall burger joint that’s been residing in Surry Hills for over a year. The open plan kitchen extends out into the restaurant so you can watch the chefs sweat it out under the grill. Watching other people hard at work preparing food also makes me really hungry.
We sat down at a huge table near the window next to a comically large rotating fan pushing mouth watering aromas from the kitchen through the air. While we waited for our food I did my best to distract my hunger checking out the gaudy artwork sprayed across the walls.
A gorgeous redheaded waitress started bringing out different flavoured mini-burgers each served with an accompanying Ale.
I’ve always believed that muscles belong on my boyfriend’s chest and not on my plate, so the Kinkawooka Mussel Fritter Burger was not something I’d usually order. The creamy spiced remoulade perfectly complemented the crispy outer crust of the fritter, and just like that, I changed my mind about mussels.
The ale that accompanied it was called Monkey’s Fist, and despite the disturbing Planet of the Apes imagery that sprung to mind the Ale was light and delicious.
Then there was the Crispy Pork Belly Burger with mint slaw and aioli that dripped down my chin. No napkin dabbing here, just an unashamed lick savouring every morsel.
A bottle of Sail & Anchor Lark’s Foot Golden Ale helped wash down the pork belly and made way for my favourite burger of the evening. The Wagyu Rossini was the the crème de la crème of Chur Burger’s offering. If the Titanic was called the Ship of Dreams, then this was the Burger of All My Dreams Come True. And when I’d finished it, I felt a big a loss just as Kate would have felt as Leo slipped away into the ocean that night. *Cue dramatic music and bring on the tissues.
In my opinion,Warren Turnball, the man behind the pan, is something of burger God sent to bless the people of earth with his buns. He’s a Kiwi, but after tasting his burgers, you wouldn’t hold that against him, especially with such a cute smile!
The whole table had succumbed to the meat sweats when he came out to talk to us. He was welcomed like a megastar with more people wanting selfies with him than with Ellen at the Oscars.
But don’t take my word for it. I asked a customer on the way out what he thought of his meal, and this was his reaction:
The burgers we tried during this tasting were not from the regular menu but will be available at Taste Of Sydney this weekend.
