"So, when you're in America you have to go to Five Guys." I was firmly told by someone before I went to the States back in May this year. "Their burgers are just insane. Err-MAZ-ing!". But in two weeks on the other side of the pond I never got round to visiting this fabled burger chain. However, on my return to the UK, the same burger fan joyously informed me that he'd heard the exciting news that Five Guys was following me back home. On the Fourth of July - a national holiday back in the USA - Five Guys opened its first British branch down in Covent Garden.
And I was ready for it. The burger fanatic had made sure of that! I had even made contact with the charming lady at Five Guys who was heading up the launch. Dammit, they were even expecting me on the first day, and delightfully offered to shout me lunch. But when I arrived - accompanied by my salivating Five Guys-loving pal obviously - we were informed that if we wanted to partake of luncheon at this establishment - which is, in basic truth, really just a standard counter-service takeaway joint with seating - we would have to wait for 45 minutes IN THE STREET before we could get anywhere near a some meat in a bun and a portion of chips. [Note from the Five Guys expert: apparently the lunchtime queue on the opening day ended up with the most hardcore of burger fans waiting 2 hours for a bite to eat!] That was not going to happen. However great those burgers were reported to be.