Birthdays always give a reason for celebration, whether your own or not. So this weekend we had the opportunity of going to Marco Pierre White’s restaurant (apparently famous but I only know him as the guy who advertises Chicken stock cubes on TV) .
London Steakhouse Co. does exactly what it says ( steak, in London ) and they do it very well.
We had a salmon starter , a lighter option ahead of all the meat we were about to have.
I had my steak medium rare , which is how every person in the world should have their steak. Ordering a well-done steak in this place is not punishable by death, but it should be.
Dessert was a pecan pie; the best I have ever had considering this was my first time having it. Coupled with ice cream which may have been lavender? Or Basil? … Something herby.
The restaurant itself was a little cosy (cosy = the diplomatic cramped) but very busy and close to the Curzon Theatre on King’s Road , for anyone that fancies a dinner before theatre.
My only complaint would be that our waiter recommended a cocktail to me which was “One that women always order”. Naturally my vagina said no to that cocktail and I ordered something stronger , with whisky.
I liked it waiter-man , I liked it !!
Now we’re back home recovering from all of the steak which incidentally my body no longer responds very well to (because I’m a woman) .