HM Visits: Burger and Lobster - Serving Freshness with Mayfair Confidence

There are few names in London dining that carry the instant recognition of Burger and Lobster. On Bond Street it stands with quiet confidence, a place that has long mastered the art of indulgence. My visit coincided with National Burger Day, a ten day celebration where six special creations joined the menu. It felt like walking into a festival of flavour dressed up in Mayfair polish.

The regular line up is no less enticing. Land meets sea in generous form, with burgers stacked high, lobster served whole or halved, and sides that go beyond the ordinary. It is a menu designed with appetite in mind, but with just enough refinement to make it feel special.

Step through the doors at street level and the theatre of the kitchen greets you first. There are tables here, but most guests drift either to the terrace outside or, as I did, down to the basement. Below, the mood changes. Cosier, dimly lit, with a rustic finish that invites you to settle in. It is the kind of room where time stretches, made for long evenings rather than hurried plates.

The service matched the setting. Staff were warm, attentive, and never in a rush. They spoke with the kind of assurance that comes from knowing the menu inside out, even sharing their personal favourites when asked. It was informed without ever being overbearing, a balance few places get right.

The drinks list had the same breadth as the food. Cocktails ranged from classics to seasonal signatures with a worldly twist. For those skipping alcohol there was a considered line of mocktails and alcohol free creations. Add to that a strong list of wines, spirits, beers, and ciders and the bar felt like a destination in its own right.

One small detail stood out before the food arrived. The water glasses looked, at first, like candle holders. When water was poured into them the illusion was broken, though drinks from the bar came in traditional glassware. It was nothing more than a quirk, yet it lingered in my mind.

Then came the main event. The Beast Burger. I chose the five ounce patty, a rich base of beef topped with lobster meat, brie, fennel slaw, and truffle mayo. It arrived with a generous portion of fries and presentation that was as confident as the menu promised. The burger was built tall but precise. Nothing slipped, nothing fell apart, everything contained within a soft brioche bun. One word came to mind immediately. Fresh. The beef carried depth, the lobster tasted of the sea, the slaw added crunch and brightness. Yet it was the marriage of truffle mayo and brie that elevated it. Creamy, indulgent, layered with flavour. It turned a very good burger into one of the best I have eaten.

Dessert kept the pace. The menu offered something for everyone, but I chose the crème brûlée. Its sugar crust cracked clean under the spoon to reveal a custard that was silky, sweet, and rich with vanilla. Generous in portion and elegant in execution, it was the perfect bookend to the evening.

The bar downstairs is worth mentioning in its own right. Open, spacious, and inviting. The kind of place where you could linger long after the plates are cleared. And just when I thought the experience was complete, a final touch arrived. A warm lemon scented towel, offered at the table. After a burger eaten with your hands, it was a gesture both practical and quietly luxurious.

Burger and Lobster on Bond Street delivers exactly what its name promises and then some. It is proof that indulgence does not need to be complicated, that when quality and service meet atmosphere, the result is something memorable. This is dining that lingers long after the final bite.