Meat Mission

Decent, but pricey by American standards. £8.00 ($ 12) for a basic burger, which doesn’t include fries, which cost another $ 4.50. The Dead Hippy burger was pretty good, and cooked well. The atmosphere was intentionally loud and shocking.
Service was very good, the staff attentive and friendly.

Overpriced and disappointing, and further proof, if you needed it, that there’s nothing worth doing in Shoreditch any more.
£18.50 for a very small cheeseburger and a 12oz milkshake with a shot of bourbon in it. The food tasted good but no one gives a shit how good it is when you get such a pathetic amount. Maybe people come here for the bragging rights rather than to eat?
Front of house were a bit clueless and needed persuading, at 4:30pm, to let me have a table that was reserved from 6:30pm on. Maybe this was their first day (in the service industry?)
The Gilbert and George ripoff on the ceiling misses the point with its asymmetry. They shoot for dive bar chic but the only stickers and graffiti are on the cigarette bins outside, and it’s all the same sticker advertising the in-​house Meat Liquor radio station whose DJs can be seen in a gallery overlooking the food area, and while they have in house DJs, they do not have a live music license so the only way you can hear the radio station is to go home and tune in online.
Completely incompetent.

When you walk in you’re immediately hit by the dimly-​lit, cool vibe of the place. There’s a massive mural on the ceiling and plenty of interesting ornaments on the wall related to the local area. As would be expected from Shoreditch, it has an extremely trendy feel — I think it’s the first time I’ve ever seen a manned DJ podium controlling the music being played.
Fortunately, the food is as good as the décor, the menu has some great, interesting dishes and it’s hard to choose just one. Ended up going for the chicken strips to begin, which were perfect. Deep fried and battered, covered in hot pepper sauce with a delicious blue cheese dip. Between 3 of us we shared one portion of chips, and this was more than enough to go around.
The burgers themselves were also filling, meaty affairs. I went for the chicken buffalo burger, which had tasty, well cooked chicken bursting from the bun. This had a blue cheese dressing, which again was delicious.
Managed to nab a bite of my girlfriends ‘Dead Hippie’ burger, and this tasted pretty fantastic too.
The drinks choice is excellent, for the beer lover there are many choices — from Brooklyn IPAs to german Weiss Beers. These come in ¾ of a pint, or in pitchers ranging from 2 – 4 pints. Tried a couple of these and they went down very well. Also had a sip of the Tea infused gin cocktail that someone else had, and that was pretty damn good also.
Only downside is the lack of plates or knives and forks. Definitely not a place for a first date as you WILL get messy — which is why they provide a whole roll of kitchen roll per table. Whilst I’m not afraid to get stuck in, when you’ve got a beard it is fairly tricky to avoid a face covered in burger sauce — so I did end up using a copious amount of kitchen roll. But, all part of the experience!
Tldr; well worth it, but not on a first date ;)
Prices are faaaairly decent too, spent about £25 each for a starter, burger each and quite a few drinks.

We had a PandaPay test event here few months back and the staff were extremely nice and professional. Lot of places when I ask for a virgin bloody marry they first look at me funny and then I get just tomato juice, not here! They really made me a superbly delicious bloody marry with all the stops.
For food I tried their Greek salad with «house recipe» and wings, superb as well and served real hipster style on old school plates.
I’ll be be back here for sure … :)

If you are looking for a burger joint that will make you more full than on Christmas day after you’ve had your turkey, you should probably come here, if you are calorie counting, you should not.
What you’ll get is a very Hoxton quirky restaurant in an old missionary, not much light, massive pitchers of cider to get you drunk rather easily.
This isn’t really a pretentious place, people come here to eat meat, chips, meat, monkey fingers… and more meat, they also have a cool bar with cocktails. The veggie option is a halloumi burger which is pretty nice even for us non-​veggies…
The only issue is the queuing it can get rather busy and no matter what the wait is, they’ll always quote you 20 minutes, but you can go round the corner for a quick drink and wait.
They also do «Doggy Bags» for all the food you order and don’t eat… which is usually a lot.

I do love MEATMission but the food is SO salty. Maybe that’s the ploy they have going so customers drink more, I’m not sure. But as much as I’d love to eat my body weight in all the monkey fingers and garbage plates they can offer me off the menu, oh god the salt! It’s like licking the oceans armpit sometimes. The photo booth in here is ace though, amazing lighting. Makes everyone look like a mega babe even when they’ve just stuffed their face with chips and are struggling to stand due to the intense food coma.

Our group of ten were meeting at this restaurant for a baby shower meal. We arrived there happy to see each other and hungry! A couple of us were delayed on the tube so were running a bit late.
We were met by a very unfriendly and rude member of staff who continued being rude throughout the whole time. When booking the table we were told that we had two hours. Which we totally understood. She rushed us through ordering rather aggressively. We quickly ordered as could see she was clearly in a hurry to get us fed and out of there.
I was 25 minutes late for the meal and when I apologised and tried to order a drink, the waitress grunted and acted like it was a major hardship for her. So I ended up sharing my friends drink. Once the food came we ate quickly and she came back and started picking trays up that weren’t even finished!!! We didn’t even have time to tell her that we hadn’t finished. To be honest she should have seen that there was still food on the trays and asked us before running away with them!
Half an hour before our booking was up she returned to the table with the card machine. We asked if we could order a bottle of champagne (we would have been sharing this so probably would have only had a small glass each which would have gone down quick). The waitress rolled her eyes and said «where do you think you are going to drink that? Your table is nearly finished and we don’t have a bar where you can stand and drink this». We were so shocked by her response we decide that we would take our business somewhere else as there was no point arguing with her. But she continued to huff and puff. we asked her what the issue was as we still had 25 minutes left now. She advised that she needed to get us out and clear the table for the next people by 8pm!!! We were all absolutely shocked at her attitude. She turned a fun happy occasion Into a miserable one.
We asked her to take off the service charge from the bill as she had been so disgusting and she rolled her eyes and snatched the receipt to take the payment.
Needless to say that non of our party of ten (most of who work around the area) will not be returning. This was the worst customer service we have ever experienced. Totally ruined our night.
Shame as the food was pretty good. I had the protein style HippyBurger. Cooked perfectly and very tasty.

I’d been hearing about this place for months, so I was pretty excited to go for a burger before a gig at Hoxton Square last night. I loved the interior — so quirky and cozy. We didn’t have a reservation, but were seated right away, even though the place was definitely busy.
Despite it being in a church, it wasn’t exactly the religious experience I was hoping for. Our server was really sweet, the cocktail was delicious and the atmosphere was great. Plates might’ve been nice, but whatever. I would’ve given 5 stars if one or both of the things below didn’t happen:
1. Don’t get the Green Chilli Burger unless you like your esophagus immediately ablaze and a 3am rummage for Rennies. Look, I am from Southern California — I know spicy. I put the hottest hot sauce on everything. Spicy is a way of life and usually, I laugh in the face of UK «spicy», so when the menu read «spicy chilli butter», I said «LET’S DO THIS.»
But what they don’t tell you is it’s not Spicy GREEN chilli butter, it’s spicy RED chilli butter and it was HOTTER THAN SATAN’S TAINT. Yes, there were luscious piles of green chillis on top, but those are the mildest chillis on the planet. If you call it a Green Chilli Burger, then say it has chilli butter on it, the assumption is that it’s green chilli butter. It caused me physical pain. My tongue went numb, my lips were on fire, my throat was searing and I only had one bite. Given that everything in the UK that’s spicy is usually quite mild, a little flame or star or «Hey bitch, you’ve been warned!» on the menu would’ve been nice.
2. I don’t usually gripe about dissatisfied meals to servers in London, especially in Shoreditch, because I’d been told where to shove an especially fatty porkchop once, but our server was nice and my burger was basically inedible. I sweetly asked our server after having only one bite, if I could swap it for something else because nobody warned me it would be that hot. To his credit, he asked management if he could take it off my bill, but was told no. So if I wanted something else, it would come out of my own pocket.
I don’t mean to be That American here, but c’mon. It would’ve cost them a couple pounds at *most* to replace the burger and make me a happy, meat-​munching customer, prepared to leave a 5-​star review, but instead, he brought me a new top bun (not even a whole new bun) and I had to scrape off every single thing on the burger into a paper towel, so I was left with no cheese, no condiments, nothing. Just a burger. Which was still saturated with spicy chilli butter. I ate it because I had to pay for it, but I physically regretted it and left feeling resentful. The burger itself was cooked well and had it not been like eating the Sun, I would’ve been really happy with the food.
My girlfriend got the Dead Hippie which was delicious and seemed modeled after the infamous Double Double Animal Style of In-​n-​Out in the States, so you can’t go wrong there. The cheese fries were really good, though I would’ve preferred grilled onions or something — raw was a bit harsh.
One tiny clarification on the menu could help future customers from feeling the burn, so to speak. Our server was ace, but management should’ve conceded here. I wasn’t ranting, I wasn’t a jerk, I couldn’t have been sweeter about it – I’m not saying the customer is always right, but a little concession here and there won’t break the bank.
Overall, I’d go again and get something else, but the poor customer service left a bad taste in my mouth.

Yet another burger, well a holy burger in this case!
MeatMission looks like one of the fashionist, they-​tried-​too-​much-​to-​be-​fancy shoreditch’s kind of place.
Well it actually is, but proper food and good beers make me willing to come again, even waiting half an hour at the bar at 22:30 on a friday night!
The interior is reminding of a church (I actually know the place was an actual church, but don’t take my words as granted) but it’s not too pushing in that direction… It’s kind of cool actually, they could have done much worse! beer is served in glass or (more properly) in jars you can spill it by yourself, and I love the idea! I like to have the sharing jar of beer, and because of the number of good beers they have this is a reason why I’ll get back here again! Food is served on big trays, directly on paper cloths (yes, even the chicken nuggets were directly on the cloth!). In conclusion, not a place for your parents.
But the food is actually good, almost really good, the monkey fingers were nicely hot but without being hurting and the burger (as many suggested, go for the dead hippies the first time!) was deliciously rare They get straight to the top 3 of my burger top spots, without even asking for directions! Good job meat mission!

Had half of the dead hippy and half of the dirty chicken burger. The latter is far better for me. The onion fries are a bit strange. Just thin wafer-​less pieces. The gravy chips are sinfully good and I always order the deep fried pickles. Be prepared to do lot of exercise to work this off after! But this Meatmission in comparison to their other branches is nice and gothic. Built on an old church I think which is nicely apt for the name.

Great place, great character, topped with great burgers!
The ambience is great and casual. The music can be a tad bit loud for some looking for a quiet evening but not for me :)
The service is great — lots of quick, proper attention.
We went in on Wednesday evening and had to wait for a few minutes to be seated but it was quite full for a weeknight. Weekends can be quite difficult — with a long waiting period so better to plan well.
And now let’s talk about the finger licking burgers!
we had the bacon cheeseburger and red chili burger and they were both delicious! The size is good, the patty is moist and the bread is fresh. We also tried the hippie fries — French fries loaded with fried onions and mayo based tangy hippie sauce.
So. All in all. I’m definitely going back here for my burger & fries times!

Fantastic burgers. But loses a star for raw onion on the cheese fries. They really love raw onion, it’s on almost every dish, and their menu warns you it’s there so you can ask to skip it, but I didn’t spot «onion» on the cheese fries menu entry, that’s an unexpected horror that ruined it. And it loses another star because at this price you should use free range /​organic /​animal welfare kinda meat and they don’t.

Great burger. Stupidly good. Green chilli cheeseburger was perfectly spiced. The only thing I didn’t release were I had to order fries separately which coming again I would do.
Again it’s not cheap but it’s a great burger.

I just can’t seem to quit the Meat.
Even though I always leave MeatLiquor a bit disappointed and a bit poorer, they seem to put something addictive in that hippie sauce and I am drawn back in. So when we were in scoffing distance of Meat Mission, I had to go and try it.
And I’m glad I did! We were there around 4.30pm on a Sunday. I thought it would be empty — but in fact, there was only one booth remaining when we got there, and the place was lively.
And while the décor was pretty similar to MeatLiquor, someone had the genius idea to install a few lightbulbs. It was nice to be able to see both my dining companion and my food. How novel! I didn’t like the bench seating, as the dude next to me was a wiggler, and was funny about me moving the bench out so I could get in without climbing over it (I’m as graceful as an ox), but once we were settled and I got used to feeling like I was on a boat, I was golden.
The food was similar to the other Meats, tasty but a little underseasoned (come on, guys, stop being scared of salt and pepper, or put some on the table!) and I hate the stupid metal tray. But it was overall a tasty burger, with good service in a trendy place that wasn’t too trendy to make me feel dumb, and I left pretty happy.

I’ve visited several of Yanni’s establishments since my first trip to the second wagon. In fact I directly credit that one burger to making me realise that I don’t want everything well done!
But I’ve been to Meatliquor and have been disappointed — the service there is pants and it’s so dark that we didn’t notice one time that they brought us the wrong burger till the first bite.
So, with trepidation we went to the Mission. First off — the interior. Massive improvement co paired to liquor, there’s more than two lightbulbs! The ceiling is frankly amazing and I think it’s brilliant how they’ve kept the original features.
Now the food. I had a dead hippie. I first had one back at the pop up Meateasy, and I can vividly remember the taste — it’s never been as good since. But half of the burger I got at the mission was so perfectly seasoned as to remind me for the first time of that amazing burger. On that single note this is five stars alone.
Very happy with the mission. Now it’s my mission to return — goodbye Meatliquor, I’ve run off with your sister!

You know what is really satisfying? When things are hyped, and then *they deliver*.
OHHAI DELICIOUS PERFECTLY COOKED BURG.
I am not the first to bow down in front of the Dirty Hippy (hey-​oh), but here goes my take: it was hella delish. Like, I ate there yesterday and now am craving one. Two, actually.
I’m not going to add anything new to this discussion, so I’ll just further exclaim that the burger was *perfectly* cooked. Like pink and juicy and run-​into-​the-​bun-​with-​delicious-​meat-​juice perfect.
Other things:
The service is great, and sharp and on-​point. I love that there are large paper towel rolls nearby because basically all food served requires it. Double thumbs up for the French’s mustard.
A few awkward things that aren’t deal breakers by any means, but: the booths are great, but the «communal bench» seating can be tough depending on who you’re sharing that bench with (see: if your neighbour rocks back and forth regularly in raucous laughter erm… you’re kinda gonna be rocking back and forth, too). I had the sads that they didn’t have deep fried pickles available yesterday (excuse to go again). And finally, as much as I «get» the trays, I find them awkward. The burgers are messy and you really just want to hover over a plate and get into it… if you have a group of 3 and one tray? A little awk.
Unilocal note: early Sunday night? Just the tiniest second of a wait. Plan strategically and no queues can be yours, too!

I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to review Meat Mission — I think I’ve eaten here around 50 times, and it’s been consistently excellent every time. My favourite burger is the Dead Hippy, and I can’t go without a side of Monkey Fingers, which are battered chicken fillets in covered with hot pepper sauce and served with a blue cheese dip. The fried pickles are also worth trying, and the portions of chili cheese fries are massive. As my friend James often says: «why would you just order fries when you can have chilli AND cheese on them?».
The drink selection is pretty good, with some pretty good beers served in big flagons. Service is friendly and attentive. The atmosphere is great, and they often have a resident DJ playing.
Overall, it’s great place, although you could have a marginally better burger in one or two other places in London (Burger Bear and Bleecker St).

On my second visit, I continue to not really be impressed with this place. We arrived fairly early for a Friday, before 6, and we’re greeted with «did you make a booking?». We hadn’t, and after a bit of a glare, were taken to a table in the back room. Thanks!
Tried a few cocktails which to be honest were overpriced and small with far too much ice. Burger and fries are always decent, but not amazing. The service is what really let us down. We were basically ignored and had to flag our waitress down for everything, then she got our order wrong as we’d asked for dead hippie fries but received regular. You’d think this is a quick swap, but the correct fries took so long we’d all but finished by the the time they arrived. Oh, and the waitress made it seem like our fault, instead of just apologising– massive faux pas in my book!
£50 for a couple burgers with unimpressive drinks and terrible service? No, just no.

Slipping away from the Magaluf like strip where the heathens of Hoxton Square hang out, Hoxton ‘Market’ is however a more subdued, cobbled causeway away from the crazy. However, bless my soul, on entering Meat Mission you’ll find a den just as sacrilegious. Think the theme of Madonna’s like a virgin video with skulls and barnyard owls on a impressive stained glass effect ceiling!
Cosy looking booths cling to the edges where patrons are lubricated into wipe down scalloped seating, with the sheer amount of oil in the atmosphere easing eaters in to their troughs, sorry tables.
Our party had a biblically long bench in the centre of the Mission Hall. God help you hear in the DJ’d din, but sitting down trying to concentrate on a cocktail list 5 pages long, I have to commend my Burgerette for her saintly patience and *the most expensive* recommendations.
Turning to the back page for the solids, the sustenance, where I was hoping I’d find –the food menu. I wondered if I’d missed the main menu? If perhaps this list at the back was just the bar snacks.
Nope, that was it; Burgers Burgers Burgers.
Looking around, confounded by a surreal haze of burgers; sloppy stacks with green dripping off appeared to my left, across the hall a pile of precariously laid out burgers with yellow goop projected over them were slammed down opposite, then a stack of burgers with unidentifiable sauces groaning out of them were slip sliding out of it’s captors hands and down his front to my right.
Despite these frightful sights, I tried to contemplate the menu. But I panicked, nothing seemed worthy or the slightest bit appealing. I was anxious, my forehead was glistening, not with beads of sweat, but the anointment from the oily atmosphere coating my clothes and vision.
I felt queasy in a Fear and Loathing type way, music was blaring, I feared what was going on around me and I was just loathing it. Bountiful streams of kitchen roll cascaded around me, waitresses with more trays waded past.
I’d like to proclaim, I was looking forward to meat, it was my mission that night to meet and greet some meat. But are burgers and wings really classifiable as ‘Meat’ for someone on a mission? Where were the baby back ribs? The steaks?
Contempt, annulled my appetite. However I didn’t want to appear the pariah, or be the one who in protest orders a salad. Who’d in a place like this order a salad for fear of being curs-​ed and escorted out.
Realising my glow of sanctimonious unease, I priggishly ordered deep fried pickles dipped in blue cheese.
Our food arrived on trays, wet handfuls of burgers with flimsy buns dissolving were dispatched around the table, not on plates but on Plentiful paper towels. Then communion of fries were passed along the congregation the same. My pickles had to be picked up in a tissued hand and placed in front of me, much like how a toddler in a high chair is served. Although many enjoyed the festivities and the novelty of dining, returning to such regression, I felt a tots tantrum brewing for the want of the use of a fork.
As not to sacrifice the enjoyment of my evening, I continued communion with the Sangiovese to calm my infernal delirium for which I give an offering of one star.
By the end of our congregations meal seating, most faces were aglow with not greasy satiation but the light with which we were checking our phones. During the terrible dinners Din we’d become hoarse and contemplative silence fell when conversation was maddeningly hopeless.
Feeling the need to be cleansed of this experience, I with the remaining powers of Regina invested, put a pillowy setting of tissues down and prayed.
«Thank you, Food Gods for what I have had. The Cocktail list was splendid. Also please bless all the terrified aged parents who’s feckless fully grown children suggest taking them to dinner here».
I’d only come here again for drinks alone, but feel I have now done my life’s pilgrimage to the Mission. For all those new that descend into these doors from the broadcast radio’s loud call to prayer, a small space for when the spirit of dancing fills the Mass wouldn’t go amiss.

Ah meu Deus dos hambúrgueres e cervejas, esta aqui deve ser sua igreja. E claro que ele não poderia ter escolhido um lugar melhor do que o East End para que os discípulos pudessem rezar.
O Meat Mission é meio escondido, se você vem do Hoxton Square, vai ver um luminoso dizendo que a entrada é do outro lado.
Chegamos para jantar, uma amiga e eu, por volta das 20h de um sábado. Ainda que eu tenha ligado para fazer uma reserva em cima da hora, o pessoal disse que o local estava tranquilo e cheio de mesas de walk-​in. MENTIRA! Mas isso é porque quem atende o telefone é faz as reservas é uma agência, então eles não sabem quantos walk-​ins e pessoas tem na fila de espera.
Colocamos nosso nome, no que deveria demorar 45 min e fomos pedir uma jarra de breja no bar — SIM!!! Jarra de cerveja com 1, 2 ou até 4 pints. #muitoamor
O serviço do bar e das garçonetes foi impecável. Me senti em casa. Palmas para o Allan e para a Phoebe. :)
Sobre o serviço do moço que recepciona e fica com a lista de espera, não posso falar a mesma coisa, ele é bem rude.
Depois de 1h de espera, e várias mesas vazias e desocupadas, finalmente fomos chamadas. Ainda que o lugar chame Meat Mission, pedi um hambúrguer vegetariano do haloumi e mushrooms e umas hippie fries para dividir.
O hambúrguer parece pequeno mas matou a minha fome, tanto que nem terminamos as batatas (que também eram grandes).
Os preços são ok, pedimos duas jarras com três pints de cerveja francesa, as batatas e dois hambúrgueres e o preço por pessoa foi 20 pounds/​pessoa.
O ambiente é cool, a música é maneira e a vibe é perfeita para começar a noite e depois sair para dançar por East London.

After the meet up at Happiness Forgets we were hungry and after a fast survey we knew we were after some meat, so Yinnie suggested we head on over to Meat Mission, look at that, it’s what we wanted in its name! Found out on our way over that it’s a hamburger joint, I thought oh my 1^st meal in London will be a hamburger but after the cocktail a burger sounded great!
After a fast 2 minute walk we were inside the Meat Mission, now the door on the outside is dark and just says MEAT on it, I would have walked by on my own not knowing what waiting for me inside.
Meat Mission is AMAZING! Mind Blowing, when you 1^st walk in your eyes take in soo much, from the stained glass ceiling, to the paintings on the wall, to the bar in the center of the place to the hunky hostess working his mostest (yep that’s a word, I typed it LOL and he had the cutest dimples ever, would love to have taken him home, but sadly I wasn’t leaving for the states anytime soon so I left him be haha) This place ROCKS!
We had about a 30 minute wait before we could get seat so we made our way to the bar, I cant even recall the name of the drink I ordered but it came in a martin glass, tasted like that lemon/​lime fizz candy used to eat as a kid, it was soo good and refreshing, couldn’t tell it was a drink, I’m sure that lil fella could get me in trouble haha.
Got our table and it was time to look over the menu, by the way, the menu itself a work of art, totally going to the Church of Burger and about to get our praise on! AMEN Bring me the beef! Before I tell yall what I ordered, I was told by «they» that food in the UK is bland, no flavor, NO HEAT, so I was prepared to be without spice for a few days, but when I saw on the menu they had a Green Chili Cheeseburger, I thought I died and went to heaven, oh wait I am in the Church of Beef, so they must have heard my prayers from abroad to make sure some things pack some heat!
The green chili cheeseburger was a great beefy patty, cheese, red onions, pickles, lettuce, mustard, catsup and chili butter, I wasn’t sure what chili butter was but I though eh why not, the burger came out and it looked amazing! I think the hamburger gods were smiling on me because this chili butter holy damn that stuff is AMAZBALLS!!! So damn good! This was hands down one of the best burgers I have had in a while, Yes Meat Mission I am here to praise you!
Had great company, great food, so glad to have stopped by this place!