Guess who came in to the office last week?
Yes, I almost fainted. Yes, he charmed my socks off. Yes, he smelt so good that I mentally made plans to kidnap him - to use as a very pretty air freshener.
But guess what else we managed to find out?
His favourite restaurant.
Which happens to a burger restaurant, which also happens to mean that we were licking our lips at the very thought of Spenny/burger combo.
He only had to describe his fail safe choice - a gourmet whopper of a burger topped with sweet cure bacon, gooey melted cheese and caramelised onions - before we were skipping over to Chelsea faster than you can say 'where's the PARDY?'
Haché on the Fulham Road is a Santas grotto of fairy lights, twinkling chandeliers and giant mirrors.
But like any good Santa's grotto, it's the elves in the kitchen who create the real magic...
The menu is astonishingly long - so long, that the types of burgers are broken down into sections - scotch beef steak, sirloin steak, lamb, duck, chicken and fish. There's even one that's topped with crunchy peanut butter!
We opted for the Canadian - Spencer's recommendation (!) and the Haché Chicken Club.
With a side of onion rings, obv.
The rest, as they say, is totes burger history...
