I like to think that I am always safe when I go out socialising with friends at night. But the reality is that I like to wear heels and skirts, I’m not always escorted to and from bars, and my sobriety level varies massively.
In the paraphrased words of one of my colleagues ‘I’ve been asking for trouble’.
On Saturday I joined with hundreds of others to protest statements like that. My right to express myself through what I wear is not an invitation for sexual assault. I am legally old enough to purchase alcohol, I’m not revoking my right to choose what to do with my body.
I’m not going to quote statistics, as there are far too many unreported cases and a lot of confusion between attrition and conviction rates, for unequivocal proof. What I will say is that it’s not our socially acceptable behavior that needs to change but the opinions of those who think that the blame lies with anyone but the abuser.
On a far lighter note, on Saturday I also got to visit the new location of one of my favourite London burger joints.
Meat Market, located above Covent Garden Market, is the new incarnation of Yanni Papoutsis Meat Wagon. I thought that the minimal service at Meat Liquor (a service style not a complaint) was as close to the ‘burger van style’ as he was going to get. I was wrong.
Meat Market, has been described as a high end fast food restaurant. You queue up to order, try and snag the end of a table and wait for your name to be called. Post protest, at 4.30 this wasn’t an issue, but I have heard that the queues can be quite excessive.
I can understand why, the food is incredible. It is everything you could want from a greasy burger and sides, maybe even more than you could hope for.
The menu has a few alterations to Meatliquor, the drinks menu is not as substantial and they’ve replaced some of the dishes. Like last time I went for the Dead Hippie, their take on the Big Mac, we then shared sides of jalapeno poppers and chilli fries.
From the shape of the poppers I expected breaded jalapenos filled with cheese, instead I was pleasantly surprised by crispy breadcrumbs encasing gooey cheese and chopped chilli, I can’t get my head around how they do it!
The real star of the sides-show (because lets face it you’re there for the burger!) was the chilli fries. Served in a foil takeaway container, came out equal amounts of chips and meaty spicy chilli, topped with cheese and onions.
We left full to the brim and baring doggie bags (because it would be a crime to throw it away). I can’t wait to return!