Day 5: Battersea

        What a fucking stupid idea it was to go to two GBKs a day for three days straight last week. God damn it. The fucking arrogance, I feel a little bit sick from it still, not physically – although I'm sure my body is suffering on some level that I'm not in tune with – but on a personal level. Why did I do that to myself? Bored I guess.
        I'm not in a good mood today, or just right now I guess, but that kind of thing happens occasionally, all I can do is write through it.

GBK Battersea

        Today I'm at what is apparently the original GBK store. I can't remember who gave me that little piece of information, but whoever it was I held onto it and without any need for verification will now proliferate it as gospel to anyone who cares to listen. It feels like the original too, it's smaller, very homely, but the space is used with extreme efficiency. The sleek tables hugging the right wall are a great example of an ingenious use of space that maybe in practice wouldn't be too comfortable, you can't accuse these guys being wasteful. There are five nice-as-shit mirrors on that same wall, and while small, the space still feels airy and open. We're back on that jazz/funk tip for the music. It's sunny again, the outdoor area looks nice, everything checks out. Decor/Vibes: 4

        The girl who served me was cool, she was eating lunch when I walked in and her boss didn't seem to care too much that I was standing at the counter – he was with some other dude rummaging around in what I can only assume was a cupboard. The girl stood up and left her lunch to run around the counter and serve me like a fucking champion, and when I apologised for interrupting her he brushed it off like it was nothing. SOLDIER! Staff: 4.5

        I got the cheeseburger, I'm still yet to taste a difference in any of the three cheeses I've tried. I haven't tried blue because I don't really fancy something that heavy on my burger in the middle of the afternoon, but yeah. Maybe some people can taste it, but I can't. Skinny chips were good, Brenda's advice to steer clear of them turned out to be WRONG! Dickhead. Food: 3.5

        There was only one toilet, marked “LOOS” with the familiar, oversized scrabble pieces, as per usual. Lighting was a bit low, by choice it seems, not too low though. If only I had someone to dance with, I feel like we could do our dancing in there. Sigh. Toilets: 4

        This place is nice. If GBK really did start here and I am on hallowed ground, then I feel honoured. I'm coming to like this chain of burger joints, they are many and increasingly faceless yes, but they do still take pride in themselves. One more in London tomorrow, and then it's up to Edinburgh. Final Score: 4