Put a steak in me, I’m done.

Last night I ate a really good steak. It was so good that twelve hours later on the train to work I’m still thinking about it, that’s the sign of a good steak.

Kate and I stumbled across Hundred Crows Rising in Islington whilst trying to find somewhere to grab dinner before a show at the Lexington. It’s a great find. The place is almost laid out like a cantina with bare wooden floors and an open bar/kitchen area so I could smell my ribeye coming.

It was also very reasonable, two big steak dinners and two drinks for just over forty quid in Central London is pretty unusual and I plan on heading back there again. The staff were friendly without it seeming put on and the food left me with cravings on my way into work. Good show.