Ordered online at 6.30pm on a Saturday night. Delivered to my door and devoured by 7.15pm. An unbelievable turn around when you compare the service to Dominos or your local Indian. Before I’d even tasted the food my first impressions of Chosen Bun, London’s first gourmet burger delivery service was spot on.

Best burger in West London. Best burger in London and i've had them all, Byron, GBK, etc. The chips are fantastic as well. They are served with rosemary salt! Owner is a really nice guy as well.

On weekends of sunshine being cooped up cooking in a kitchen is almost unfathomable. It is time best spent sun basking, pimms slurping, park picnicking and most definitely, ordering in. Cooking? No sir-ey, not today I say!

After a last night and what can be describe only as a lethal dose of killer vodka martinis, at Amuse Bouche (followed by some Michael Jackson dance moves…at Nam Long) I spent the day doing what a hungover chef does best. Lying horizontal, soaking up scared sun rays, trying not to move a muscle. With my sunnies sandwiched on my face and bottle of Vitacoco’s finest, by 6pm I was back to my spritely self.

At times when we are faced with a fridge, bare as a babies’ bottom, we have two options. To admit defeat and take to the cereal box, or spoil ourselves rotten by ordering something filthy, delicious and oh so tasty. What did I chose today… I think you know the answer to that. A couple of the finest burgers in south west London, from Chosen Bun.

Oh and they just happen to do delivery… Well how thoughtful of them! Fred went for a Shoveman : caramelised onions, pickle, garlic sauce, smoked bacon, shove man sauce and a hunk of cheddar and a I opted for a regular Patty: double bacon, pickle and cheese in a gluten free bun. Toasted crunchy and absolutely bang on delicious!

Oh Chosen Bun, you spoil me so.

Let me break it down. I clasped it in my hand, ripped it with my teeth and covered myself in its ketchup. It was juicy, tender and perfectly pink… I could go on. Each mouthful broken only by the slurp of a sweet vanillery oreo milkshake.

Let not forget the pudding king to follow. Dare I say one of the finest, gooey-est and richest door-stop of a brownies that I have had the pleasure of enjoying in a fair while. I think I might be in need of the recipe.

All of this joy and no washing up. How else should one spend a sunday night. If its any better than this, tell me please!

A very happy little chef!