Bacon butty 3

Why have I been traipsing around London looking for the best bacon butty in the land when Marsh has a perfectly good staff restaurant down stairs? Two reasons:

It’s a buffet – leaving me no one to blame for bad butty form
Bloggers in the past have been fired for having a dig at their company, would the staff restaurant have the same effect?

Only one way to find out?

Bacon Butty 3
Marsh (Ground Floor, Tower Place East, London, EC3R 5BU)

Walking up the table of bread rolls I was surprised by the selection – we had baps, rolls or bread – a cornucopia of doughy goodness.

With the roll selected, buttered up more than a third world country policeman and a touch of HP sauce (Brown), it was time to hit the heated smorgasbord in front of me and select my poison.

In went one fried egg and about 20 rashes of bacon – honour system my arse.

Now for the verdict:

The presentation left a lot to be desired - although I hear the presenter is a hot piece of meat - there was no excuse for the slap it down style that was on my plate. The pile of lightly cooked bacon was generous in its amount and taste. A lightly smokey flavour, coupled with a tang of sea-salt, sourced from the salt cliffs of Wangano, gave the bacon an angelic like musk. The egg, while slightly underdone, had had time to mature in its mother-of-pearl colour, porcelain based serving tray, which combined with the stainless steel fashioned serving spoon, and being delicately placed on to the bun, was – one would say – ‘yummy in my tummy’. All up this bacon butty, by sheer size and flavour, would have to be the favourite. Although Benjy’s had a wonderful flavour, it was a combination of several strong taste explosions, which did not combine as well in the overall gastronomic experience. Eight Miss Piggys Marsh, well done.