Sunday, 29 December 2013

Steam & Rye

Ovations, Salutations & Howdoyoudos

Wading through the suits on Leadenhall, with TM Lewin at every glance, it is welcomingly refreshing when you reach the entrance to Steam and Rye, the product of a surprise collaboration between Nick House of Mahiki and Kelly Brook of .. er .. Kelly Brook.



The towering columns, flags and fur clad hostesses will greet you at the door. Hand your coat into the bow tie and braces in the cloakroom (no fee required) and be led into room of spectacular proportions.




Guarded by topsy turvy statues of liberty (literally upside down), the entrance reveals the hustle and bustle of old town USA where a jazz band is setting up in the corner and cocktails in popcorn boxes and boots are flying round attracting all the oo's and ah's that such novelty should. 




We are seated in leather armchairs in front of an old train carriage. Its windows are screens with vintage countryside scenes rushing past as you await assistance. Immersive is just the tip of the iceberg.


Our menus are the next treat and slide out from their casings revealing moving cartoon eyes and secret windows. Childhood pop up books spring to mind and leave a wonderful nostalgia that completely distracted us from our decision making. Once you work out the menu, choose from a meaty array of steak, ribs, wings, burgers and more. It was the short beef rib and steak that stole the show for us this time and I'll let you in on a little secret, Mondays are half price off everything when you order a main and happen to be under 30 years of age. Ticking both these boxes, we will probably be returning for many Mondays to come! 

Now I must mention Jack. Jack informed us that he had had a fantastic weekend and so was on top form today (not that Jack wouldn't have been so spritley if his weekend hadn't gone to plan but we were glad to reap the benefits of his great mood). Jack was our waiter and guide for the evening. Reassuring us that we had made excellent choices, it didn't take much for us to decide he was our favourite. 

Our meals arrived; tender ribs piled atop creamy mashed sweet potato with just the right amount of sticky sauce and pink juicy steak with crispy chips. Monster portions which would have satisfied your average male normally leave me struggling but not this time, our plates were licked clean. 


After glancing around us to see what other happy campers were smiling about, we concluded it just had to be dessert and that we really shouldn't be missing out on the fun. Along came Jack, having cunningly read our minds to confirm that we had indeed found space for more. We were confronted with a problem of choice so left it up to Jack to decide. Apparently he was completely biased and the apple cobbler would win over his heart in one beat. With his oversized aortic pump (ahh Joey) ringing on our ears, there was no option of us ordering anything else. See for yourself why Jack should be given a raise for that recommendation! 


After we had enjoyed, indulged and destroyed our jar of sweetness and breathed in the atmosphere for one last moment, the bill was ordered and we were delighted to see it arrive incased in a fine gent sporting a solid moustache and monocle. I'll leave it to you to discover what is hiding under his gown!

Square Meal


1 comment :

  1. Ive been dying to head to Steam and Rye and this post has made me want to go even more!!

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