Caleb D.
Yelp
Boom, straight in there with a nigh on perfect 5 star rating for a 5 star evening.
Met the Mrs here last night to take advantage of the Steak Frites deal they have on a Tuesday: Bottle of vino and two big hunks of coo with fries for 30 of your earth pounds... moo-tastic!
So whats the beef? (ahem) What is this place I've herd about? (sorry)
Are they really the new local moo-vers and shakers? (I can't help myself, it's a condition...)
Ok, where best to start than the service. Ridiculously awesome to the extent that my wife and I found it almost funny how genuinely nice everyone was. Right, so I know some places go to the effort to ensure that their serving staff are polite and chatty, but these guys felt really, eh, real... if that makes any sense, maybe it was the wine? (more to come on that). I jest of course, service was prompt, attentive and friendly without ever becoming to intrusive.
But what's great service without great grub I here thee cry? No? Oh! Fine the, I'm going to tell you anyway. Nothing, thats what. The Butchershop, however need not worry about this as the food was spot on. To put the quality of food into context, allow me to give you a little background to my dinner date.
The wife, the Mrs, her indoors, the ball and chain, my beloved, her, lovely, that one there, the one staring at me, put down the knife, why are you laughing like that? Oh dear.... Who ? What? Ok, I'm back in the room, Trafalmadore really is lovely this time of year... Where was I? Oh yes, Mrs D is from the land of beavers, mounties, Due South, South Park and maple syrup... Canada, where seemingly you can get an amazing steak from pretty much anywhere(vending machines?), for prices that don't have you needing a wee calf (week off?) to recover.
Her problem over here has not been finding a good steak of similar quality, but instead, finding said steak for a reasonable price. Enter Butchershop...
Wonderful cut (seemingly they butcher their own meat) cooked perfectly, with a splendidly rich garlic butter dollop on top. Chuck in some fries, a couple of sides (mushrooms and proper onion rings) and a uber smooth bottle of house red (nae cheep plonk, i can assure you) and you have one happy Canuck... and a rather sparkled husband.
I'm rambling, but to be honest I feel that this was a really good value for money evening and would implore other meaty munchers to check it out.