It so happened that, one grey and gloomy January Saturday, the boy decided to pick me up out of a bad-weather-induced slump and treat me to lunch at a new eatery we'd spotted on George Street in Oxford. The name of said eatery was Cleaver (which sort of made me think of Daniel Cleaver from Bridget Jones, and therefore Hugh Grant, so I was a bit dubious - he gives me the willies), and from what I'd read up about it online, it was the brainchild of the people behind Prezzo, a chain of restaurants cropping up in the UK that specialized in three things - burgers, ribs and chicken. Fair dos. 

I'm an advocate of the KISS way of life (Keep It Simple, Stupid!), so had no problem with what some might call a 'limited' menu - there was a burger present, there would be cheese - I was sold. Chilly from the uncooperative day outside and bellies grumbling, we had high hopes....


Let me start by saying this. A burger has to really try to impress me. It's a long-standing love affair - there's the right texture, crumbly and chargrilled, bursting with all different kinds of flavour, a little bloody but not so much the thing is still moo-ing - I'm a bit of a burger snob.

What I experienced with that cheeseburger was love at first bite. It was perfect. I'm not saying that because I'm hoping to score highly with anyone, I just want everyone to know, to me, this burger was perfect, and my wasted heart will love it until it... is inedible and mouldy. Well, not that far, but you know what I mean. Everything in that burger was balanced - fresh, crisp lettuce and tomatos (so often the let-down of a burger party), a Shake Shack style sauce (mayo, ketchup, paprika and something else... Kinda Thousand Island-y but not quite?), ooey gooey cheese that seemed to sink into the crispy chargrilled smoky outer layer of what was a succulent and tender handmade patty... Is your mouth watering yet? Because mine is. Just at the memory of the thing.

J had a bacon cheeseburger and made wide eyes and various devotional sounds (to be honest I got a little jealous) upon first bite. We ordered their skin-on fries (Dreamy, like a higher-end better tasting Burger King fry), onion rings (light batter, sweet, flavourful) and coleslaw (delicious, but too big a portion!) alongside drinks, and the whole thing (2 mains, 2 drinks & 3 sides - too much food for us really but hey! greedy!) came to around the £30 mark. A gentleman never tells.

For the Byron Burger-esque price mark I would head back to Cleaver in a hot minute. I cannot rate it enough, but almost want to keep quiet about it because I don't want it to get packed out. Their staff are friendly and attentive and considerate in that 'We're new! We hope you like us!' kind of way, and I hope it never changes. Cleaver, I'll be seeing you again. Soon.

Now for more food porn...



6 comments

  1. That looks amazing. I am on the perfect burger search too and yet to find "the one" so I totally understand how you must've felt finding this one!!
    Gillian xx
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    1. I heard the choirs singing... It was a beautiful moment.

      Thanks for reading and commenting Gillian!! T xx

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  2. This does look as good as you said. Will definitely be checking it out. :)

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    1. Awww thanks Ruth! It really is, promise! Hope you love it - have fun! Thanks for reading and commenting <3 xx

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  3. Oooh I live in Oxford and am very tempted to try this place now! Also I love your writing style :)

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    1. Thanks so much :) DEFINITELY go to this place. The burgers, the burgers!! T xx

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