Boisdale of Belgravia: London’s secret burger spot

Boisdale of Belgravia: London’s secret burger spot

I had one of the most delicious, embarrassing and hilarious experiences of my life at Boisdale of Belgravia.

If you like embarrassing and hilarious stories featuring delicious food you’re in for quite the ride.

It all started when I discovered that Boisdale of Belgravia do an incredible truffle burger. You could have it with truffle mustard, eggs, foie gras, and wonderful sides, and sounded just perfect. Soon after trying the burger for the first time, I became hooked. I adore truffles and Boisdale of Belgravia have this way with flavours that is rarely found at restaurants in London.

The first few times I went to Boisdale of Belgravia with friends for the truffle burgers, everything went really smoothly, and I had a lovely time.

Then I decided to tell a certain one of my good friends about it, and as a fellow truffle lover she was thrilled. And this is where the craziness started.

Walking inside through Boisdale of Belgravia’s familiar hallways, I couldn’t help being excited about trying my favourite burger in London yet again. We were seated at a more private section outside (it is slightly warmer than the rest of the restaurant and brilliant), and the waiters came to take our orders- we both each asked for the truffle burger (of course- and no sharing!!) plus sides of fries, breadcrumbed egg, and salad.

Boisdale of Belgravia

Boisdale of Belgravia

We didn’t have to wait long before our meals arrived, and we started on the burger (rather than our starters, which had come at the same time), because if there was one thing we had been saving our appetite for, it was that.

Boisdale of Belgravia

Boisdale of Belgravia

Boisdale of Belgravia

Boisdale of Belgravia

After we’d both finished our burgers (monstrosity of things really- they were enormous and so filling and delicious!), we realsied that we didn’t have the space for the rest of our orders.

What to do?

My friend immidiately came up with a swift solution, dropping the egg into my plate; “you have to eat it” she said half-jokingly.

This is where the hilarity really began: we started playfully fighting over who would eat the egg.

I was completely stuffed. I couldn’t have eaten it for anything. As soon as she’d dropped the egg into my plate, I knew it was sadly doomed to be unfinished [by me]. It was a lovely egg, granted, but I just did not have the stomach space for a delicious yet filling deep fried egg.

But my friend, who is a hilarious character, insisted on me at least trying the egg. So I tried a bite of it, and told her that- I’d finished! That was all I could eat! But my friend wouldn’t have any of it, telling me I had to finish the egg. And so started a heated discussion on why the egg should be left untouched.

If you think this is a story about us just laughing over an egg- let me surprise you! After repeatedly telling her “I feel like throwing up!” in response every time she insisted again on me trying the egg, I noticed soon enough that she became unable to stop herself from laughing. Then she whispered “you know that’s the owner of the restaurant behind us! And we’ve been squealing all this time about throwing up and fighting over who will eat the egg!”

I daren’t look behind me to check, but from the expression on her face I could tell she was telling the truth. And then she laughed some more and told me that each time I’d told her I was going to throw up (neither of us had realised how loudly we had been speaking), the waiters had looked back at us with deeply concerned faces.

It was the most hilarious experience I’d ever had.

We’re both normally super behaved at restaurants, even having taken etiquette classes at our old schools, so you cannot imagine the super funny and cringeworthy contrast between ‘those’ girls and us. This story has become one that’s shared among my friends, and everyone exchanges a “oh no you didn’t!!”, reminding me just what an embarrassing situation it had been!

Back to the truffle burgers at Boisdale of Belgravia though: they’re very very good. Just make sure you don’t let the whole rerstaurant know 😉

If you’re looking for the perfect place to walk off all that food after, I’ve got a fantastic idea for you!

Beautiful Tower Bridge.

tower bridge sunset

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Walking around Belgravia and Chelsea is by far one of my favourite pastimes, but sometimes I need a different environment, and I just love Tower Bridge for the fact that
it’s one of the prettiest places in the city to watch the sunset, and you can walk along the river for a long time.

tower bridge sunset

If you’re a fan of walking, I recommend starting at Southbank or Bourough Market and making your way straight, and then over the bridge, towards St. Catherine’s Docks, where you can rest over a drink (or, if you’re hungry, more food).

Once you see the sun setting, head back over to where the Starbucks is situated. on the way, you’ll discover some gorgeous spots to watch the colours bloom across the sky.

tower bridge sunset


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