So, you may remember I had some questions for the proprietors of the avocado bun, namely, why?
Lo and behold, not a day after penning my concerns, Joe's Southern Table and Bar sent me an email.
Not stooping to my inane questions, they simply asked me to come and have a try for myself.
In the interest of journalism and free food I graciously accepted their offer...and asked if my boyfriend could come too.
We were anticipating one avocado bun each, so considered grabbing a snack on the way as an amuse bouche, perhaps even getting some pudding on our way home.
Thank goodness we didn't, the following meal was akin to a Duck's foie gras preparation, I imagine.
On arrival we were seated in a lovely window booth and the delicious torture we were about to endure was explained to us.
The avocado burger was our starter, next we were to have an actual starter of Jim Beam honey southern fried wings, the next course was a pulled pork bun made with apple BBQ sauce then Joe's beef burger with Jim Beam Red Stag glazed bacon, American cheese and pickles.
Both the burgers were served with chicken salt fries.
If this wasn't enough (but it was, oh boy it was) each course was to arrive alongside its corresponding cocktail.
We actually entered with trepidation and, a game plan.
Contrary to our usual eating habit, we decided to not eat everything on the plate.
I can't really stress enough what a foreign concept that is to me, I recently had to give myself a mental talking to,'Daisy, not every meal is a woman vs. food situation.'
Our avocado buns arrived, we ordered the chicken and the veggie patty to try and offset the damages our bodies were about to incur.
There was no possible way to gain purchase of the bun with our fingers (not for the want of trying) so utensils were used.
Obviously the avocado was nice, it's avocado after all, but I'm going to be honest, the chicken combination was underwhelming,
The veggie patty, however, offset the vegetable casing perfectly, particularly regarding its spicy nature.
Next up was when the party really started; the chicken wings to end all chicken wings arrived with milk punch in tow.
My boyfriend was super skeptical of the gimmicky milk bottle, equipped with straw and ginger cake, but he could not deny the deliciousness happening in his mouth.
I have been on and off vegetarian for a while, essentially because I can take or leave meat, but this chicken changed everything.
It was so gorgeous we threw the game-plan out of the window and ate the entire portion.
At this point I was satisfied, I had polished off the milk punch and it had felt like pudding.
We could have left content.
But, of course, we didn't.
The pulled pork bun arrived alongside a smoked chicory apple sour.
This cocktail was my least favourite, but it did complement the pulled pork and brought out the meat's infused apple element.
Since my dad started to run a bakery I'm a bit of a stickler for baked goods - the burger bun particularly.
In my humble opinion, any burger (be it beef, chicken, whatever) is only as good as the bun it's swaddled in, usually a lightly toasted, firm brioche with a glazed top is what I'm looking for.
These buns were not it, so I didn't even bother with it.
The star of this particular show were the chicken salt fries.
Have you tried chicken salt fries?
It's a thing down-under, and like many things Ozzies and Kiwis do, we should follow suit.
After we asked for a ten minute break and we walked around the street moaning and wailing, 'why? WHY?', the beef burgers arrived.
We asked for no fries this time because we knew resistance would be futile.
I, I am not proud to admit this, had one bite of the yummy medium rare patty, and couldn't go any further.
I turned to my boyfriend and said, 'Go on without me, I'm a lost cause, save yourself.'
He told me he'd never let go, then was rescued and lived a long, adventurous life in America until, years later, a group of sci- oh, wait, no.
He finished his burger like a true champ as I watched on cradling the most delicious black cherry old fashioned cocktail ever.
When the staff waved us on, they congratulated us on our culinary Odyssey.
We walked out into the night with renewed, boozy vigour and walked from Covent Garden to East London to settle our meals.
I actually recorded much of the evening on Instagram stories, but forgot to save them.
Alas, such is the ephemeral nature of much social media.
The only evidence of our evening is this blurred selfie, note the forgiving empire line.
Thank you, Joe, for the food and booze, you made two over-eaters very happy, we salute you.