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Honest Burger

Honest Burger on Eastcastle St, of Oxford Street in central London. This kind of place typifies gentrification. A place which has spent a great deal of money and time in promoting and glamourising its product in the eyes of the London rich. Decked with skidded wooden tables and chairs, heavy-thought light-weight menus and always flashing in shirts and ties on a Friday noon , a lot of effort has gone into making this place a middle class trend.  Like many of these venues however, there is a fundamental problem: the food is shit.  Isn't this the essence of the gentrified village: well scrubbed, well polished shit?  In fact, the whole of Oxford street often looks like an overly polished shit. A stuffed corridor of furnished (what a fucking ugly, middle class word), wardrobes, blistering with person upon person from sunrise till sunset, a sparkling stream of furious self-consumption. I've walked down from Tottenham Court Road to Bond Street on many, many occasions and when doing so