We should all dine out on Monday evenings more often. Instead of falling fretfully asleep on a Sunday night, we should take the
first night after the weekend of freedom by the horns and ride the
gourmet train into the sunset. Make sure there is something delicious in the diary to get you through that set of Monday blues. Something simple, something steak-y even.
Disclaimer: We were invited guests of the Marco Pierre White Steakhouse – London Steakhouse Co but all of my very, very many thoughts and memory musings are only ever my own…
I’ve always quite firmly believed in the ethos of
regular luxury moments – occasionally taking a less bombastic approach
to simply enjoying yourself more often – and a good steak dinner on a Monday is one
of those life luxuries.
Wandering out of Liverpool
Street station and weaving in between harried commuters desperate to get
home, the one and only Mr Kiwi and I found our way to the London Steakhouse Co. for a early weekday
date evening. Armed with one of the most comprehensive welcome email we’ve enjoyed in awhile (complete with link to google maps) we eagerly traipsed to one of only two Marco Pierre White Steakhouses in the world.
Having recently popped into the Kings road branch in Chelsea, we were rather keen to compare and contrast the two. Like the interior, the menu is traditionally British with a side of class. Situated in a discreet, cozy basement just off Bishopsgate (or what do Estate Agents call them, the Lower Ground Floor?) whilst we didn’t enjoy the slightly too tight spacing of the Chelsea branch, preferring the atmosphere of the Middlesex Street branch as a perfect setting for a date night.
Sipping a Passion Jazz (a very popular sweet passionfruit cocktail served with a shot of champagne) and a beer for the gent, we enjoyed the chicken liver parfait served with crisp brioche (though felt the parfait to bread ratio was a little uneven), and the watercress and pea soup was refreshing with bright flavours. Mr Kiwi had looked somewhere random on the internet to pre-plan his dinner (hoping for a baked Camembert appetiser and his favourite dessert of creamed rice) but who knows where he had been looking…
We both chose steaks for dinner – when in Rome and all that (there are a few non-meat options and I was sorely tempted by a couple) – I ordered a medium rare sirloin (served on the bone) with Bearnaise sauce, and the Mr ordered a medium to well done filet with peppercorn. Both Aubrey Allen steaks were cooked beautifully – the filet butterflied in order to ensure it was cooked fully – with a few sides of creamed spinach (our favourite), new potatoes and a medley of seasonal veges.
The lighting in the restaurant is perfect for a romantic date (and we were surrounded by loved-up couples) subdued and soft, but it doesn’t make for an easy time of blog photos – especially when you can smell your meal and it conjures your appetite #bloglife
Nb: this is not peppercorn sauce – but I think he secretly only ordered it for the “good of the blog”
Our desserts again were very traditional – and we had the hilarious conversation of “If I get the sticky toffee pudding, you’ll get the cheesecake. If I get the cheesecake you’ll get the stick toffee pudding which doesn’t help deciding what to pick….” When he settled on the cheesecake, just to be annoying (I mean keep things spiced up) I went creme brulee which was well executed. I must admit to a touch of food envy even when he graciously allowed me a teeny-tiny tine-ful of cheesecake.
For a restuarant on the edges of The City, it wasn’t as full of suited and booted bankers as I thought it was going to be – though this may be a difference story later in the week – but seriously coupled up with the occasional tourist and mother/daughter combination. The interior is creme brulee – soft and neutral with accents of caramel and brass, all laid with an undertone of scarlet and wood.
I asked my husband if he thought it was a good date, and he empahtically agreed (though made mention of me getting too cheeky at times – you’d think after all this time he’d be used to it!) especially as a treat on a Monday night. They often have good deals which make it even more tempting as a way to start the week… (and though I hate to levy the C-word in October, they’re already thinking of Christmas menus – the best excuse to catch up with someone you love.)