You're going to need two hands for this one. And a pile of serviettes — or an exceptionally long tongue — for mopping up your mouth. And your hands, your wrists and maybe even down to your elbows. If you're looking for all the signs of a damn good burger, Chew Burger's got 'em — and the hipsters of this up-and-coming part of the north are swarming.
It's nothing we haven't seen or devoured before. But something about Chew makes us feel like it is. They've toed the line of exposed brick walls and industrial lighting, and a plant box in the centre of the breaks up the surprisingly vast space with a bit of foliage, but white enamel plates upon shiny green tiled tables are convincing enough that they've somehow done this scene better.
The Chew ($12) mimics the multitude of classic burgers that have come before it with the seemingly stock standard brioche bun, juicy, melt-in-your-mouth wagyu beef, cheddar, fresh cos lettuce, tomato, pickles and the stunning combination of mustard and aioli that makes you think: this is it. Not to mention, you'll never forget Preston's postcode again; the 3072 ($12) comes with more of that succulent wagyu, cos lettuce, jalapeños and a sriracha slaw that will bleed down your arm while stealing your heart.
In the never-ending battle of fries versus thick-cut chips, Chew offers shoestring ($3.50), with the choice of parmesan or chilli dust as a seasoning. They also do two lighter, vegetarian burgers such as the Mexican-style Vego with a black bean and quinoa pattie ($12), if you're so inclined.
The crowds don't seem to flock too heavily on weekdays, the service is pleasant, and the music is just loud enough to enjoy but quiet enough to maintain conversation – it's a burger lover's haven.
So, if you're not afraid of getting downright messy, get chewing.