Men love steak. Fact. So, when deciding where to take The Boyfriend on his birthday, The Hawksmoor seemed like the obvious choice. Hailed as the best steakhouse in London, The Hawksmoor has a restaurant in Spitalfields and Covent Garden and gets all its meat from award winning butchers, The Ginger Pig.
On arrival, the friendly maitre d’ guided us through the bustling bar to our table at the back of the large, bright dining room. Both of us had read reviews and received recommendations from our friends, so knew what to order as soon as we sat down – Tamworth Belly Ribs to start, followed by 900g of Porterhouse Steak with Bone Marrow Gravy, served with Steamed Spinach, Roast Field Mushrooms and Triple Cooked Chips. We shared the steak and ribs – another wise tip from our friends as the portions are enormous – and ordered a bottle of red to wash everything down.
Our attentive waiters took our order quickly and, throughout the meal, everything arrived without much of a wait. The ribs were finger-lickin good, with enough fat running through to keep them tender and juicy. I could have easily eaten more, but that thought was forgotten as soon as I had 900g of steak in front of me.
Porterhouse steaks are cut from the rear end of the short loin where it meets the tenderloin. Just in case that makes no sense at all, here’s a little diagram, courtesy of good old Wikipedia…
The steak was succulent and, much like the non-greasy chips, cooked to perfection.
The gravy served its purpose enhancing the flavour and the steamed spinach was a fresh accompaniment to what was otherwise a very rich meal.
The Hawksmoor is all about the meat, but my favourite part of the meal was the field mushrooms. Bursting with flavour, they would make a good ‘meaty’ alternative for a vegetarian and, seeing as they packed ten inside the dish, you certainly got your money’s worth.
Even though I’d practically starved myself all day in preparation for this meal, there was no way either of us could manage pudding, having not even finished our steak. The waiters happily packed the rest of the meat into a doggy bag, which The Boyfriend devoured for lunch the next day, bragging that it tasted even better than the night before.
My only gripe with The Hawksmoor is the prices. The meal was brilliant, but it still felt like daylight robbery to be charged nearly £150 for a shared starter, shared main and one bottle of wine. I left feeling like I’d rather go to the Ginger Pig and recreate the meal myself, or go back to The Hawksmoor on Monday’s steak night, when you’re charged £5 corkage to bring your own bottle of wine.
The Hawksmoor, Seven Dials, 11 Langley Street, London WC2H 9JG