Rextail
As we descend into the subterranean dining room at Rextail, leaving behind the cold of…
Browsing: Steakhouse
Blue Boar Smokehouse
“As a man whose mouth has been known to water in a farmyard, the idea that there would be culinary fireworks involving the fatted calf, and plenty more besides, was a heavenly one.”
Blackhouse: The Grill on the Market
“A hubbub of excited noise and the turmoil of other people having a jolly good time crash into us as we enter the main restaurant.”
The Palm
“Over the past five years, London’s steakhouse scene has become a well bred beast and the steak spectrum for meat eaters in the capital is now broad and multifaceted…”
Hawksmoor Air Street
Parquet floors, like steaks, require meticulous care. My grandmother knew this with clarity, and as a boy I used to visit her every Saturday to gorge on steak and chips.
Boisdale Belgravia
Founded in 1988 by the energetic Ranald Macdonald, Boisdale Belgravia was created in celebration of the best Scottish produce and has since become something of a London institution…
Boisdale Canary Wharf
“We arrive as the sun begins to wane and are shown to a spot by the stage. The tables by the elongated, convex windows that fill one entire wall of the restaurant are full of bankers negotiating lobster claws and oversized steaks.”
CUT at 45 Park Lane
Steak is a powerful and composite entity – a steak is never just a piece of meat. I can think of few other foodstuffs that carry so much baggage, that have so much emotion and meaning coiled around them.
Hawksmoor Guildhall
You’ll hurt at Hawksmoor. If you don’t then you’ve failed. Aching, distressed, belly-burning protein poisoning. Covetous carnivores in their baggy shirts and lose-fitting trousers have declared Hawksmoor steaks the best in town.