Last week I went to Flat Iron for lunch because it was my birthday and everyone should eat a steak on their birthday.
I have heard loads of people banging on about this place, so I thought we would have to queue for sure as you can’t book. Me and my friend arrived at about 12:45pm and we were seated straight away, which I was pleasantly surprised by.
Once seated we were delivered a mug of beef dripping popcorn – I won’t lie it kind of tasted like normal popcorn but I did have a bit of a cold so my palette might not have been on top form.
The menu is simple, we both ordered the Flat Iron Steak and a couple of sides to share.
The best bit is that you get a little baby meat cleaver. You don’t really need the cleaver because the steak is already sliced up but it’s good for being an Instagram dick and pretending to be a serial killer.
The food arrived quickly, which is good if you are a business man like me.
The meat was amazing. Really really soft and just better than I ever imagined it would be. Here is a picture of the steak next to a grown bald man so you can see how big it is. When it first came out I thought it looked a bit small, but it was actually just the right amount.
I know I’m just jumping on the Flat Iron hype, but it really is pretty good and for £10 you can’t go wrong. Go and see for yourself.
hawksmoor has been on my restaurant wish list for quite a long time and on saturday my dreams came true. my mum and dad were coming down to london to see les misérables which also coincided with my birthday. they didn’t get me a ticket to see the show (thanks) but they did want to take me for dinner at 5pm. my mum told me she had booked a table at a tapas restaurant which i was fine with but i had subtlety mentioned about five times that i would rather go to hawksmoor. when we got off the tube i started walking towards the tapas restaurant and my mum was stressing out and faffing around with google maps which annoyed me because i knew where we were going. technology was failing her and she eventually cracked and said “ok we’re going to hawksmoor!”.
what a prankster. i was over the moon.
we arrived at the seven dials restaurant and i knew it was going be good because everyone that was already eating looked really content. it was quite quiet as we were so early which i was happy about. our waitress was really nice and explained all the different cuts of meat whilst my mum and dad looked bored because they already know stuff about cows.
i was absolutely hanging out of my arse because i’d had four hours sleep after going out in soho the night before, but the hawksmoor collins cocktail called out to me (i have to try anything that has my surname in it). i think the gin and campari actually made me feel better.
to start with we ordered the tamworth belly ribs and roast scallops with white wine and garlic. the ribs were sensational and so soft they melted in the mouth. i could have just had one of those and gone home happy. my mouth is watering thinking about them.
i have to be in the mood for scallops, unfortunately this was not one of those days. i tried a little bit and felt like i was going to be sick on my legs so i let my dad have mine. he said they were bloody lovely.
for my main i ordered the rib eye, my dad got the rump and my mum got half a lobster. she said the lobster was much better than the one she had at burger and lobster. we also got some creamed spinach, beef dripping fries, triple cooked chips and roast field mushrooms. this meal happened 24hrs ago and i am still full up. my steak was massive and cooked perfectly.
i loved everything about this meal. i would really like to go back to hawksmoor to try out their roast dinner as i’ve heard it’s fabulous. if you would like to take me then that would be ok.
it’s pay day today and i’ve done two really grown up things. the first was that i paid my internet bill. the second was that i had a venison steak sandwich from the wild game co. i was a bit nervous about this because i don’t think i’ve ever consciously eaten venison. me and my sister recently discovered that throughout our lives our mum has tricked us into eating different kinds of meat, because she knew that if we really knew what it was, we wouldn’t touch it. i will never forget the day my sister realised that the chicken she had just eaten was in fact a little bunny rabbit.
my friend was too eager to wait for me and headed to the wild game co stall at 12pm, where he got the venison burger. he said it was good, but not amazing, so i decided to get something different. i am really glad that i did because i really liked my sandwich. i don’t do scores normally but i would give this a solid 7.5 out of 10. the only thing i would change was the bread, it was a tiny bit dry.
the filling was excellent though. the steak was rare, smothered in caramelised onions, cheese, cooked cherry tomatoes and salad in some sort of sweet wholegrain mustard dressing.
verdict – i would definitely get this again. sorry bambi