Saturday, 1 June 2013

The Hawksmoor

What better gift can you give to a man for his birthday other than the gift of meat?  I asked myself this question, could find no better answer, and so promptly booked myself and my boyfriend into the Hawksmoor, Seven Dials, Covent Garden for the Sunday Roast.  I had heard it was very good. An Observer Food Award for Best Sunday Roast in the UK surely cannot lie?  With high expectations we ordered, and waited.  We did not have to wait long.  And gosh, when it arrived, it did not disappoint.  If I could eat this every Sunday I would.  Everything was done to perfection, but the star of the show really is the beef.  They're proud of it, and so they should be.  And it makes the most mouth watering, lip smackingly delicious gravy.  Delivered in a separate jug which was most pleasing.  (There's nothing more disheartening than having your gravy poured on by someone else, all over the "wrong" bits). I didn't want it to end, and it very nearly didn't.  Come with a big appetite would be my best advice!

We then moved onto dessert.  I was going to skip this as I really did not have the room for it, but obviously, it would be rude not to look.  And so it was that I glanced down the menu only to see the first item on the list - a Salted Chocolate Caramel Tart with Popcorn Ice Cream.  I had to try it.  The tart itself was very good.  (Although I do think I prefer the Salted Caramel Tart sans the chocolate, dished up at Pizza East).  However, the Popcorn Ice Cream, was out of this world.  I didn't even think I liked popcorn that much, but this was great.  With popcorn pieces inside, it was a delicious contrast of textures, but the flavour was the best bit, almost reminiscent of Kellogg's Corn Pops if anyone remembers those.  I thoroughly recommend ordering a few scoops.  And after a truly indulgent lunch with fantastic wine also, we stumbled out, defeated but victorious.  Two very satisfied customers; one very satisfied birthday boy. 

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