Location - Swallow Street & Sloane Square, London [UK]
One 80's Stereotype that will certainly not be quipped in this establishment is the whereabouts of "The Beef". For it is everywhere. And essentially the only thing they serve. However, it is not all bad as the cow-skin seats are quite quirky. The Beef-based desserts however...don't exist :P. Oh, and the food is generally agreeable, as is the service - the waiters are especially well trained in the describing of the intricacies and combinations of a particular favourite wine. Which may as well be spoken in Aramaic. Onto the categorised attempts of describing what I ingested.
~ Starter ~
- Empanadas
Whilst adored by my friends, I found these to be somewhat disappointing - I have an unhealthy appetite for pies/pastries/anything full of bad stuff, but I found these to be relatively bland. Basically a miniature Cornish Pasty/Samousa hybrid - enjoyable yes, but, nothing exciting. Not even a scar or a troubled childhood.
~ Main Course ~
- Meat w/ Side Order of Spinach
Overall, this is a place defined by the beef, so much so that I sometimes feel guilty of sitting on what could be the face of the food I am eating. Which for me, such a focus is rather boring - as good a place as steak can always have, there's only so much positive you can find with a steak, and trying so hard with the decor could perhaps show an unwavering devotion to the beef. I'm sure Argentina has more to offer! Otherwise, nothing is of particular offense.
Other than the Mojito. I'm sure its a delinquent.
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