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Bubbledogs

Bubbledogs

So, today my gay husband Mev and I decided to have a cultural day out. Lunch ‘somewhere chichi’ (his words not mine) then off to the V&A to see the new Hollywood costumes exhibition.

It didn’t really work out like that. Instead, we found ourselves drawn to the spectacularly un-chichi Bubbledogs, the latest in a new range of ‘gimmick’ restaurants.

We arrived shortly before 2pm to be greeted by a cheerful queue of around 20 people. So far, so predictable.

Bubbledogs

Just after we arrived, it started to rain, so we were pleased when the queue shuffled inside, and we ended up stood instead in a narrow corridor eyeballing the already seated punters. For about 20 minutes. Eventually we were ushered inside and allocated our tiny portion of, well, shelf really, overlooking the stairs.

Bubbledogs

Thankfully, we had these quirky hotdog drawings to keep us entertained/distract us from the fact we were staring at a brick wall.

In case you’ve been living under a rock for the last few months, Bubbledogs is a restaurant that sells hotdogs and champagne. So, we ordered hotdogs and champagne. Well sparkling rose, which was wonderfully dry.

Bubbledogs

We both ordered the ‘New Yorker’ – which came with grilled sauerkraut and onions. Mev ordered a beef hotdog, while I went for the more traditional pork.

Bubbledogs

We also ordered two of a possible three sides to share – potato ‘tots’ and sweet potato fries. The third option was coleslaw, which struck me as a bit unimaginative. The tots were lovely and salty, and the sweet potato fries were beautifully crisp on the outside, and fluffy in the middle.

Bubbledogs

Our verdict? Well, it was hotdogs and champagne. I’m not sure what I was expecting really. It was certainly a very good hotdog, almost as good as the hotdogs I’ve had in Germany when I’ve stayed with my German best friend. But…but… was it any better than the hotdogs you can buy on a New York street corner? I’m not sure. But I suppose that’s not the point.

The food all seems reasonably priced – at £6 for a glass of champers and £6.50 for a hotdog, so I was a bit surprised that the bill came to £38 – it definitely didn’t feel like a substantial ‘meal’ and for £38 I’d expect to go away feeling full. I’m glad I’ve been, seen what all the fuss is about, but will I go back? I very much doubt it.

As for the V&A exhibition. Ahem, yes, well. We kind of got sidetracked. And did our own ‘exhibition tour’ of the boutiques of New Bond Street instead… I blame the lunchtime champagne.

Told you I’d be a rubbish cultural blogger.

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Charlotte Duckworth
I'm Charlotte Duckworth, an interiors and lifestyle editor, consultant and general digital media nerd. This is my personal blog, about new motherhood, life and interiors.
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    saskia
    January 17, 2013 at 3:34 pm

    I see that you wouldn’t really consider going back to bubble dogs – so you should check out my latest blog post! I’ve shown you how to recreate the magic at home, without any of the queueing 🙂 http://dotrytheseathome.wordpress.com/2013/01/17/bubble-dogs/

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    Admin
    January 17, 2013 at 3:55 pm

    Ah brilliant post Saskia! Sadly my culinary skills are probably not quite up to scratch…

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