A little over a week ago, it was our wedding anniversary. We ended up going out this week because our babysitter cancelled a couple of hours in advance on our actual anniversary and, being the IoW, there were no other babysitters around. So we went out in London instead.
We both had the foie gras to start, with a glass of Tokaji. We also had a bottle of the Gimlett Road Chardonnay – it was a lighter wine than the ones that had come out of there a few years ago but it was still very good.
Then we shared the chateaubriand, which was extremely delicious.
We had a bottle of the Givry, which you don’t see very often. It’s a bit lighter than the Gevrey-Chambertin but the region is very close.
At the end we had cheese. They have a really, really great cheese trolley. You should go there for the cheese trolley, it is probably the best in London.
They also have a terrific pub (The Tavern), which is right round the corner and has great beer. We started off there.
Last night we went to the Smokehouse, which is more or less just round the corner from our house. It is well worth a visit but I don’t go anything like as often as I should.
We had an excellent steak (cote de boeuf) and I had bone marrow to start. Their meat all came from the same farm and I really liked this diagram explaining all the different cuts. A long time ago I bought a copy of Fergus Henderson’s Nose to Tail Eating, which is a pleasure to read. Unfortunately I haven’t made anything out of it because my husband said that offal can only be cooked superbly or it is inedible – I think this means he’s not going to eat any of the experiments that go wrong.
On Friday, my husband and I went out for dinner at a place called MASH, which is in Brewer Street. It’s absolutely massive – it used to be a theatre but the place has been restored (expensively).
The food was terrific (if rather expensive) but the actual restaurant could have done with being about a third the size – even though it was gorgeous, a space that big does feel rather like a canteen. It was reasonably full but not completely, which I find a bit strange in a smart London restaurant on a Friday night (unless they have a policy of not turning the tables – and I can’t believe that they would have that policy).
The steak was perfect and it left us full enough to not need any pudding.