*Dusts cobwebs and removes tumbleweed from blog*
Oh, hello there. Forgive my inactivity on the blogging front recently. It's not that I don't like updating it - I really do. It's just that I find it hard to think of subjects to write about. I usually end up using the crutch of food to inspire my writing, which, funnily enough, is what I'm going to do now.
My lovely wife Clare turned *mumbles age under breath* on April 2nd and we decided to spend the day in London. Clare wanted to see Love Never Dies, so I dutifully booked tickets and transport, while Clare herself arranged our lunch at a restaurant we'd not tried before called Hawksmoor.
The day finally arrived, presents were unwrapped and a taxi trip and train journey to the Smoke were undertaken, all thankfully without hitch or delay. A short hop on the tube to Covent Garden took us to the unassuming street where the Hawksmoor is located (along with Pineapple Dance Studio and the Royal School of Film).
Upon entering, we were led downstairs into an impressively stocked bar where we ordered drinks to take to our table. A sweet but tasty Porter for me, and a marmalade cocktail for Clare (which tasted very marmaladey indeed). Drinks duly ordered and received we went through to the main dining room. It seemed to be located in an old warehouse, with bare-brick walls and concrete pillars, but was still quite open plan. With our early sitting the restaurant wasn't full, but the room gave the impression that during a busy serving it would have a cracking atmosphere.
Our waitress asked if we'd been before (we hadn't) and explained how things worked. You choose your cut of steak, the size and your preferred method of cooking. They do the rest. We went for the Porterhouse - a bone-left-in combination of fillet and sirloin - done medium-rare, with a number of sides (Bearnaise sauce, beef-dripping chips, flat mushrooms and grilled bone-marrow).
The food arrived promptly, and even if it hadn't, it would have been worth waiting for. The beef-dripping chips were deliciously crunchy on the outside but with fluffy innards, like mini roast potatoes. while the mushrooms were large, succulent and flavoursome. The Bearnaise sauce was wonderfully creamy and rich, but not too much so. As for the bone-marrow: erm.....interesting. We'd not tried it before and probably won't again. This isn't a slight on the cooking, it was just rather strange and gloopy and not what we'd expected. The bone-marrow that is - not the cooking.
And so to the steak. Wow! In fact, WOW! Easily the best steak we've ever eaten. The outside was charred and crusted to perfection, while the middle was the pink, squishy embodiment of medium-rare that we'd requested. The seasoning was spot on as well and the plateful didn't stand a chance. Every slice was devoured with gusto and thoroughly enjoyed. The meal was a real carnivore's delight. The only greenery on view was in the sauce.
During the meal our waitress came over and presented us with complementary drinks (another Porter for me, and a charmingly named cocktail called 'Corpse Reviver No. 2 for Clare). She said that a little bird had told them it was Clare's birthday, though we were at a loss as to how this was. Turns out it was via Twitter. Fantastic use of social media and a lovely addition to the already great experience.
All in all we had a fantastic lunch and would definitely recommend the Hawksmoor to any steak-lovers out there. It wasn't cheap (though that was mainly due to the amount we ordered!) but was worth every penny, and the little touch of the free drinks just added the icing to the succulent, meaty cake.
So, from the lunch it was on to the theatre (via a quick drink at a charming little London pub called the Nell Gwynne). As mentioned earlier, we were booked to see the matinee performance of Love Never Dies, the sequel to Phantom of the Opera. Set ten years after the original Phantom, it tells the story of what happened to the Phantom as he fled from Paris, and what became of Christine and Raoul.
I don't want to talk too much about the story in case any of you wish to see it, but I can certainly mention the performances, which were breathtaking, and the production, which was dark, brooding and wonderfully atmospheric. Christine and Raoul were played by Celia Graham and David Thaxton respectively, with Christine in particular standing out. Her rendition of the title track was something to behold.
The lead role of the Phantom belongs to the wonderful Ramin Karimloo, who we've championed since seeing his portrayal of Enjolras in the 25th Anniversary of Les Miserables. Ramin as the Phantom was magnificent, subtle, menacing and tortured yet powerful. Also noteworthy were Haley Flaherty as Meg and the young boy who played Gustave. The performances, music, songs and production were all first-rate and we thoroughly enjoyed the show, though there was much snuffling and sobbing at the end (I won't go into why...)
Following the show we took a quick wander into Covent Garden to sample the Oyster Stout at The Porterhouse, which was as creamily satisfying as I'd remembered from previous visits. Then back to St. Pancras for a drink at the longest Champagne bar in Europe. A fitting end to a fantastic day.
Happy birthday Clare - and roll on next year!