By Steph Cosway
Is it acceptable to gnaw on bones in public? That was the debate between the three of us after ordering the mammoth half kilo t-bone steak at Glasgow’s award winning Butchershop Bar and Grill. The answer? Probably not, but that didn’t stop us throwing dinner etiquette out the window and proudly picking up bones to chew what very little meat remained.
Welcomed from the moment our band of meat-lovers entered the restaurant, we were escorted to a nice booth. Coats taken and stored away for our comfort, our server offered us drinks straight away before handing us quirky, clipboard menus to peruse.
Now I’m sure there were lots of lovely non-steak items on the menu – a friend definitely mentioned Ayrshire Pork Chop, which would have been delicious any other time but not tonight. Tonight, we had our beef-googles on.
Feeling like Augustus Gloop’s steak loving cousin I wangled over many choices before settling on a rare t-bone steak with chunky chips and pepper brandy jus. My table also ordered a medium rare t-bone with skinny chips and garlic butter and a medium-well done fillet steak with chunky chips and pepper brandy jus.
My favourite part of any steak meal is that first cut. That cut tells you everything you need to know about your meal: is it cooked to your liking? Is it fatty? We cut into our steaks and moaned with pleasure – much to the bemusement of the table opposite.
This was one of the best steaks I’ve ever had. Purely rare, it oozed that bloody juice that takes me to my steak happy place. And as disgusting as it sounds to other people, it’s that blood-ooze that I adore dipping my chips in. This steak melted in my mouth. Melted. Like gooey, beefy chocolate cake. Perfection.
The chips weren’t half bad either, no cold lumpy bits in the middle and a lovely accompaniment to the yummy pepper brandy jus. The skinny chips ordered by others on the table were equally as tasty – although I think chips should have potato junk in their trunk.
Stuffed as we all were (we had just gobbled nearly 2kg of beef between us) dessert is not something you easily pass up. Opting to share a dessert with my fiancé, we ordered the chocolate cake with mouse, white chocolate ganache and butterscotch ice cream. This, however, was a big mistake. It was so bloody delicious that we ended up whacking each other with the spoons in a race to eat the most. Our friends both ordered ice cream (raspberry ripple, butterscotch and vanilla); I’ve never seen grown men so excited to see a dessert come with a giant cone and sweets. Suffice to say, there were three more spotless plates and four very happy diners desperate for their next Butchershop experience.
So much so that my fiancé and I booked a table for their special Valentine’s menu. Sadly our chums were only up for the weekend so will have to wait. We’ll just have to send them lots of photographs of our delicious meal.