Monthly Archives: August 2013

Is this the best burger in Paris? Part 4, Blend Hamburger

I'm sure I've said it before, but this one is IT. The best, hands down. Goodness, those are some good burgers.

There are two Blend Hamburger joints in Paris. I went to the cosy place in the second arrondissement just in time for the menu midi. Burger, fries, and soft drink for 15€ is pretty good for Paris. I had a signature burger – beef, balsamic caramelised onions, bacon, blue cheese, emmental, and baby spinach. It was amazing. Boy had the spring burger – a seasonal special. It had beef, mushrooms, emmental, and baby spinach. It was also tasty. The online menu shows a different seasonal special (salmon, and it sounds amazing), and so it is safe to imagine that the special changes fairly frequently. Fries are skin on. I hope that one day all of the fries in the world will be skin on. That would be my favourite.

Perfectly rare. The French are good at that.

Everything served, proclaims the menu, is homemade. Beef is 100% French, and minced on the premises. Delightful. As we left, we couldn't resist the cookies, and took a peanut butter, and a double chocolate for the road. They were perfectly melty, and chewy, and oh my goodness am I glad I couldn't resist. The cheesecakes looked good, too, but you can't eat cheesecake on the go.

If you go to the website, linked above, and read French, there's a pretty good blog there, too. I am particularly loving the post on cooking typography. It's quite something.

Well done, Blend Hamburger, well done.

 

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Back to Britain

I've been back in the UK for about 3 days now, and, while I'm missing Paris an awful lot, I'm also enjoying being back with my family, and trying to organise the Durham-based next year. There are some flipping amazing adventures to be had in that tiny city.

Today I discovered an incredible ice cream parlour in Northumberland. Wheelbirks is a dairy farm in the middle of the best countryside in, well, the country. They have the oldest, and the only pedigree Jersey herd in Northumberland, and those are some gorgeous cows. The parlour is in a converted barn, and it is stunning. All ice cream is made at the farm, from milk from the Jersey cows.

Adorable table names.

The menu is great – the ploughman's lunch is served with an impressive wodge of cheese, but I couldn't resist the ice cream. Flavours included apple & caramel, maple & pecan praline, peach & raspberry, wild cherry, and a delicious jersey cream. I had maple & pecan and jersey cream, and it was the biggest ice cream I've ever eaten. Incredible.

Boy had wild cherry with peach & raspberry.

Out of the back of the café is an orchard with a wee play area, lots of space for sitting in the sunshine, and some very happy looking chickens. There's also space to visit and coo over the calves from a small distance. A little shop in the parlour stocks local treats. My favourites were the woven baskets, and I couldn't resist some unperfumed honey and beeswax lip balm, made in Berwick-upon-Tweed, which is not very far away at all. Milk from the herd and pints of the delicious ice cream are also available to purchase and enjoy at home.

I love my satchel, and this Union Jack printed chesterfield.

I also love the pictures on the wall, from the early days of the farm (one is from 1936!)
My Father's cycle club were here today as their rest stop mid-ride. I've never seen so many bikes. It was a thing of beauty.

I am fairly certain that Wheelbirks is going to become my new go-to place for all of my ice cream cravings.

Just beautiful.

 

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