Living a life of dissipation, depravity and the occasional spot of dancing, a Social Bitch often awakes – around 3pm – in desperate need of hydration / protein / perhaps a blood transfusion. Fortunately, we know just the place … 

   

Which is why we’re currently en route to Quartermile for this, the heartwarming story of a crippling hangover, and two major food groups under ONE exciting roof: BUTTA BURGER and the utterly moreish HOMIES PIZZA.

We arrive feeling like death, but looking fabulous, and take our first restorative step: a round of exceedingly cheeky Passionfruit Margaritas. Not only are they totally on point, but guess what? We’re feel better already. HUZZAH!

The agonizing pain now dissolving, we happily encourage lovely Fergus to fetch us a bottle of Picpoul de Pinet, and an indulgent entree of two sumptuous, piping hot deep dish pizzas. DOUBLE HUZZAH!!

    

While Homies is usually a take-out, how refreshing it is to NOT to endure the journey home to one’s Georgian abode, before devouring a Double Pepperoni with red sauce, mozzarella & crispy cheese crust, along with the equally lush Firebird with salt & pepper chicken.

This perfect pleasure is definitely curing ALL that ails us, but just to make sure, we’re now positively inhaling an epic Fried Chicken Burger with crispy onions & truffle mayo plus the stunning Rueben with wagyu, pastrami, pickles & cheese.

   

Add to that a mountain of fries and a round of homemade sauce roulette, which today includes: BBQ, Black Truffle, and one of our fave tastes in existence: the joyous Chicken gravy mayo [ with an addiction level akin to crack. ] 

While this is of course is far too much food for even these indulgent bitches, Isaac also insists on being fingered. Oh yes, the Buttamilk Fried Chicken fingers with oodles of mayo, always, ALWYAS a pleasure.

By now, we’re of course unable to move or even speak, but somehow still entertaining thoughts of more bad behaviour and dancing. Though before we dash, figuratively speaking, Fergus has a parting gift. 

  

Given it doesn’t take Mystic Meg to sense another crippling hangover in our near-future, he offers us even more pizza to take home – as reheated the morning after it’s just as fabulous.

The only thing Fergus can’t offer us is the aforementioned blood transfusion, but having saved us not once, but TWICE, our love & thanks to him and all the other gorgeous peeps at Buttaburger and Homies! 

ALSO SEE: Butta Burger, George Street