It was a balmy Summer night, and I was relaxing in the lounge, smooth jazz notes floating from the old record player in the corner. I poured my fourth whisky of the night and thought 'This is the life'. Blondie was out shopping in the city, and I finally had some peace and quiet after a long week.

The Moll had left the house some hours earlier wearing the highest stilettos I think I've ever seen, and a glittering blue dress. “Just going casual today, Tec.” she had explained.

“Don't want the girls knowing all my wardrobe secrets.”

I had given her a nod in agreement, hiding the puzzled look on my face until she had closed the front door.

My stomach gave a harsh gurgle, and just as I was contemplating taking something out of the fridge for dinner the phone rang.

“TEC! Help!” I heard as I lifted the receiver, before I even had time to say hello.

From the garbled screeching on the end of the line, I could just make out the details of the situation. Enough to know my relaxing night had come to an end. Blondie, wearing her ever-so-casual 10 inch heels, had gone over on her ankle and had landed herself in A&E. Luckily, she was being over dramatic, and had only sprained it. But that was enough. I was summoned to collect her, so off I shot to Govan.

“Oh, Tec. It was hooorrrible.” she blubbered, as we limped back to a taxi. “My foot, they said it wasn't broken but I don't see how it can't be. It's agony.”

“It's okay, Toots. Are you hungry? How about some scran to take your mind off it?” I suggested, knowing full well she couldn't resist a slap-up meal on me.

We took the cab to West George Street and clambered out in front of Byron Burger, a swish looking new joint with enough room inside for Toots to stretch her legs.

Taking a seat we admired the stylish décor and plush furniture, the place still smelling of new leather and cleaning products.

Scanning the menu, we settled on Blondie's favourite – an extra large portion of chicken wings – for starters, washed down with two glasses of ice cold fresh lemonade.

The Moll's tumble seemed to have curbed her desire for booze, and my whiskey was starting to kick in.

For our mains we had to have hamburgers, of course, with fries. I settled on the classic cheeseburger while darling dearest chose an aptly-named 'Bunzilla' – a Japanese-inspired burger, glazed with soy, complete with wasabi mayonnaise, cabbage and miso-roasted bacon.

The wings arrived, succulent, sizzling hot but not too spicy, and we polished them off in minutes.

Within a blink of an eye our plates were cleared and replaced with the towering burgers and mountains of chips. Having heard so much about Byron's burgers being the best in Glasgow, I thought this was the time to put it to the test.

It was good. But not THAT good. My burger was slightly dry but palatable. The chips though, were to die for. Perfectly crisp but fluffy inside. The Moll seemed to be having more success with her oriental meal, and as usual had wolfed it down in seconds.

“That. Was. Perfect.” she said, licking her lips in satisfaction.

After I settled the bill, Toots stood up and let out a yell. The food trick had worked, and she had temporarily forgotten all about her hospital visit. Sadly it seemed to all come back to her as soon as the last bit of food was out of sight, and we hobbled out to the street to find the quickest way home.

Byron Burger

100 West George Street, Glasgow, G2 1PP.

0141 354 0007

Starters:

12 Chicken wings - £7.50

Mains:

Bunzilla Burger with chips - £15.55

Cheese burger with chips - £11.20

Sides:

Coleslaw & Aioli - 4.30

Drinks:

Lemonade x 2 - £5.90

Total - £44.45

Ratings:

Food 3/4

Atmosphere 4/4

Service 4/4