The Pourhouse Burger: a formidable yet sensuous meat pillow cradled between fluffy brioche duvets.
Roasted pineapple rice pudding: while fragrant and soft (still aligned with bedding analogy) it was a bit too much rice post-burger which actually was rather sleep-inducing.
My (best damn) verdict: I like Pourhouse. Many others do too for a good reason or two. The cocktails are divine, well worth the price for the nose, the first sip, the lingering lightness. The food is also confirmed to be entirely enjoyable.
Go for the delightful elixirs, stay for the meat pillows.