Hawksmoor…we’ll meat again…

I’m currently teaching myself Twitter and realising just how addictive it is. Everyday I’m bombarded with tasty tit bits…@HawksmoorLondon have been tweeting updates and alluring photo’s of their new restaurant in Seven Dials and when they announced that reservations were open for their soft launch week I, along with over 1500 others blitzed them with reservation requests. I heard nothing for a couple of days and thought I’d missed out when all of a sudden an email pinged into the inbox offering me a table for 4. I didn’t know who I was going to take with me at this stage but accepted anyway, knowing that I would have no problem finding 3 steak loving accomplices. In the last few days the amazing reviews have been tweeted thick and fast…my excitement knew no bounds! 

I’ve been to Hawksmoor in Spitalfields a few times but have only ever sampled their cocktails, which I hasten to add are amazing. I was really looking forward to finally getting a chance to taste the highly acclaimed food plus, during soft launch week, the lovely people at Hawksmoor were offering 50% off food…and I love a bargain! 

So last night found me traipsing through the rain, down a dark alley near Seven Dials sure that I’d taken a wrong turning when all of a sudden out of the murkiness shone a beacon…

It was all so new and spangly and smelling slightly of paint and polish (in a nice way)…

Our reservation wasn’t until 8.30pm but we arrived nice and early so that we could sit in the bar and enjoy a cocktail of two. I found the decision making particularly difficult as Pete and his team have concocted a tantalising list of alcoholic beverages. These guys really know their stuff and their bar, lined with jars and flasks full of intruguing concoctions, would make any scientist proud…

In the end we were so overawed we put our trust in the bartender and asked for his recommendation. We ended up with a very yummy selection of drinks, my favourite of which was made with gin and marmalade but wasn’t at all sickly or cloying. I just wish I could remember what they were called…

I think these beauties were called concealed weapons (?)…

After some civilised supping we were lead through to our table and presented with the mouthwatering food menu…

Again we needed help and asked our lovely waitress for advice on cuts and quantities of steak.

*WARNING the following photographs contain a level of food porn that is not for the faint hearted or those of a nervous disposition!*

We sampled a couple of starters…succulent Tamworth belly ribs served with red cabbage…

and melt in the mouth grilled lamb chops with a mint and caper salad…

For the main course both Simon and I opted for a medium, 400g ribeye steak…

Hannah chose the D-Rump, which had been aged for 55 days, eliminating the toughness that is sometimes associated with rump steak and leaving behind an extremely tasty, tender piece of meat…

and Shane went for the humungous 600g bone-in sirloin…

We ordered a selection of sides to share including 2 varieties of chips (triple cooked and beef dripping), grilled field mushrooms and buttered spinach and a veritable feast of sauces and accompaniments for our steaks…peppercorn sauce, anchovy butter, stilton hollandaise and bearnaise sauce…

My fully loaded plate was a sight to behold…

We tucked in with vigour, only stopping occasionally to smile beatifically at one other and make sounds of carniverous appreciation and joy!

I tried a piece of everyone’s steak and although they were all divine, in my opinion the D-rump won out on taste and will be what I order when I return (that’s a given).

We made a valiant effort to finish everything on our plates but were absolutely stuffed and sinking into a meat induced coma. What should you do in this situation?…order pudding of course!

I’m from the school of thought that however full you are, there is always a bit of space left for pudding, a different compartment as it were. We ordered sticky toffee pudding with clotted cream…

chocolate pudding with ivy house cream…

lemon curd served in the most gorgeous mini kilner jar with shortbread…

and we were also brought complimentary ice cream in 2 varieties…salted caramel and cornflake…

I am still reeling from the exquisiteness of the food that we experienced last night. Words (nearly) fail me. I asked my dinner companions to supply me with some quotes to describe their Hawksmoor experience. Here’s what they came back with…read them and weep…

“A culinary experience that that would have made a caveman proud.”

“An orgy of gastronomic decadence.”

“A carnivorous celebration that had us weeping tears of exultation onto empty plates.”

“Got my juices flowing”

“A moo-ving experience”

I received a couple slightly more risqué suggestions, which I have omitted because my Mum reads my blog and they would have made her blush! 😉

Hawksmoor, in my opinion, are the leaders in their field (pun well and truly intended) serving meat porn to the hungry London masses…I hope their success continues and both Spitalfields and Seven Dials go from strength to strength, growing the adoring fan base that they have nurtured. I for one will be going back for more…

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