I don't know many steak houses in and around London but what I do know is that Hawksmoor is a highly regarded steak eatery. You'll find it in a few places such as Knightsbridge, Covent Garden and Spitalfields.
Recently my brother and I took our beloved parents to the Covent Garden restaurant to celebrate their thirtieth anniversary.
Don't be put off by the prices and yes I know what you're thinking, bread and butter for two pounds, how dare they!!. However it is still very much impressive and in all honesty it is hard to choose what you want because all of it looks so inviting whether you want a steak or something completely different.
The cocktails were very refreshing, bright and summery. I went for a Tokaji (pronounced Tok-eye) smash.
As you already may know by now I do love my steak tartare but I was a little disappointed with Hawksmoor's take on it. It had too much of a kick to it which killed off all the other flavours. That being said I'm not a big fan of wasting food, I still polished it off. Maybe it was a one off but I hope the next time I go, there wont be so much of a kick to it
The Yorkshire puddings were blinding. So light and airy on the inside but crispy on the outside. It worked so well with the potted beef and bacon. The beef just melted in your mouth and dunking the Yorkshires in the onion jus is a must!.
I just had to go for the mac and cheese and vegetables as one of the side dishes. The pictures tells its own story.
You can not have steak without some sort of starchy side. Triple cooked chips and beef dripping roast potatoes had to be ordered. You couldn't leave one without the other. Greedy?? No, just plain common sense. Crispy deep fried chips and golden brown roast potatoes went down a treat. I think we ordered another round of each as they were that delicious.
And here we are, the big finale!, my rib eye steak with stilton hollandaise. Just reading it and posting the picture below would make any mouth water. I love my steaks rare and they didn't screw up. It was perfection nothing more nothing less. Juicy, succulent steak with bags of flavour. FoodPunk was more than satisfied. The stilton hollandaise wasn't overpowering either. It was creamy and rich and I smothered each bit of steak in it. I didn't mess around, I absolutely demolished that plate.
This bad boy was an absolute beast that my parents shared (as well as a little help from me(. The bone in prime rib was a cracking bit of meat. All hands on deck, no knives, chopsticks or forks needed.
Say hello to my dolphin friend. I thought it was impressive and quirky