Miller & Carter Edinburgh City Centre
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To start, we shared Pulled Brisket Croquettes (£6.75) and Sticky Chipotle Chicken (£6.25).
The croquettes were nice - filled with tender bourbon-flavoured brisket, but I would have liked more than two, and the chicken bites could have done with a more heat.
Cooked medium-rare to perfection and seasoned beautifully, the steak cut like butter and was so tasty.
My partner selected the T-Bone 16oz (£25.95), which is one side a tender fillet, the other a flavoursome sirloin, served rare with half a rack of barbecue ribs (£7.50).
He said it was one of the best steaks he’d ever had.
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It used to be a church, but thanks to some pretty magnificent interior design it’s now one of London’s best steak restaurants.
My eyes are always bigger than my stomach when it comes to steak but I can never resist the starters.
But no steak dinner would be complete without fries…and sides.
The garlic & parmesan tender stream broccoli (£3.50) and garlic button mushrooms (£2.75) were so good I couldn’t resist going back for more, even though I was full up.
We thought we were full, but by the time the desert menu came around, we simply couldn’t resist.
Miller & Carter, Hants, restaurant review: a provincial steakhouse ...
A few weeks before Christmas, I ended one of these columns with a gentle dig – nothing nasty, a passing swish of side-eye rather than the full ox-felling force of my terrible critical snickersnee – at the provincial steakhouses of my childhood.
It felt like a small act of betrayal for the grown-up me to be pouring scorn on the 10-year-old me, who’d never felt so grown up, who’d never been entrusted with a steak knife before, who was full to bursting with pride at being out with his parents for the evening – and who probably first realised in such a place that what my mother was most enjoying about her evening was that she didn’t have to cook.
So I resolved to visit a provincial steakhouse to see what had changed in four decades, if anything.
Smoking Goat, London, restaurant review: Bangkok bustle on ...
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Before we start raving about the food at The Smoking Goat – which, with a couple of small caveats, we are going to be doing – we should pause to salute whoever thought up the name.
It’s also a bit pub-like, albeit pub-like with a twist, in the vein of The Slaughtered Lamb from An American Werewolf in London, or the Mexican vampire biker gogo bar in From Dusk Till Dawn, whose name I should probably not repeat in a family newspaper, despite it possessing the tongue-tripping qualities cited above.
By coincidence, the new branch of TSG occupies what was once a gogo bar, though this one was frequented by hard-faced Eastern Europeans and sweaty commodity brokers rather than Mexican vampire bikers.
They have put the kitchen behind a section of the bar, so you can see where the magic happens: a little row of wok-topped terracotta bowls, aglow with charcoal, as at chef Ben Chapman’s smaller Kiln, a restaurant where, were I to experience some sort of tragic domestic setback, and were they to set up some sort of cot for me, I think I could happily live.