There was one reason, and one reason alone that I went to the Admiral Codrington and that was The Chuck Wagon. An amazing combination of bacon infused cheese, and breaded fried burger. Reading about it here, I ended up salivating onto my iPhone, making it difficult to call The Boyfriend and yell down the phone that I had to go to the Admiral Codrington right now. Obviously, that didn't happen, but three days later we ended up at this oh so hyped-pub.
To my dismay, the Chuck Wagon was not on the menu, in an almost desperate plea I asked the waitress if they had any other burgers, and thus we embarked upon a very awkward minute in which she rambled on about how sometimes they serve the famed burger " Special people.. special times....sometimes Sundays... but the burger we have on the menu is very good". Sadly, I disagree, it was not very good.
In fact, it was distinctly average and I left distinctly disappointed. The burger, which was meant to be medium rare, fell into the rare category, and was effectively raw within. There was a lack of cheese, and the cheese that had survived the cooking process had lost all cheese texture and flavour. The bacon was not noticeable until I took the thing apart.
The whole burger lacked seasoning, I actually ended up having to open the thing up and literally apply salt and pepper. Worse still it arrived lukewarm at best, probably a result of the undercooking of the meat (I've had warmer burgers from MeatMarket after a ten minute journey from the restaurant to the apartment). What a waste. I realise that I'm effectively reaccounting this story of the Admiral Codrington Burger written here, which I should have read before I bothered to trek all the way to Chelsea, when I have Byron and MeatMarket on my doorstep.
It is sad because the other things we ate there, were actually rather good. Pork crackling to start with apple sauce, was a perfect nibble. Globe artichoke accompanied by a walnut dip, was probably the best I've ever had, although it is hard to find much variation in what is essentially just a steamed vegetable.
The Boyfriend's Sirloin was devoured. Rather well cooked compared to medium rare according to the Boyfriend, but he enjoyed, although it was lacking seasoning in my opinion. Fries with smoked raclette were to die for. The fries themselves were perfectly crisp without a hint of oil, and married perfectly with the cheese.
We decided to attempt dessert, as I'd left half my burger and so was not quite full.
Our waitress, who I felt quite a bond with, despite our awkward moment and average burger, immediately suggested that we should try the sticky toffee pudding. This time she was bang on the money. It was beautiful, incredibly sweet but amazing nonetheless.
The bill came to £90. For the food plus two large glasses of wine and a dessert wine. Despite the burger, our meal was great, the atmosphere was lively and venue acceptable.