After months of hearing non-stop raving about Flat Iron, I knew I had to check it out myself. My boyfriend and I headed into Covent Garden to try out these world famous steaks, and we were not disappointed.
The restaurant itself boasts an extremely Pinterest-worthy interior, complete with neon sign, matte walls and a marble ice cream counter (more on that later). We arrived on a Saturday evening and had to wait around fifteen minutes, which is to be expected (and actually pretty good) for a meal out in London’s city centre at the weekend. We were shown to the downstairs bar, where we could browse the menu and order drinks while we waited. It was lovely that they actually had an allocated space for people waiting to eat – it’s such a nice touch compared to those restaurants that give you a buzzer and make you hang around the area for half an hour in the hope technology hasn’t let you down and your table was actually ready 20 minutes ago.
When our table was ready, we headed over to find a cup of popcorn awaiting us. Random, but a sweet touch nonetheless! After pretending to browse the menu, we were ready to order; we’re those customers that look at the menu on the website
hours days before arriving and had definitely already decided. and I opted for the Flat Iron Steak (I know, groundbreaking stuff) with a side of Dripping Cooked Chips. Drinks-wise, I went for the Vanilla and Passion Fruit In-House Fizz, which was deliciously refreshing and worked wonderfully with the steak and fries.
Oh my goodness – this meal was incredible. For a steak restaurant, the prices are incredible – it’s cheaper than a meal out at Wagamama (no shade to Wagamama – I’m also a huge fan of Wagamama).
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, they brought over the bill. I’ve never been so excited for a bill. This excitement wasn’t because I couldn’t wait to make a mini dent in my bank account, but because when you pay at Flat Iron they bring you tokens in the form of little versions of their logo – each token gives you a freshly scooped and rolled-in-grated-chocolate ice cream on your way out. Absolutely revolutionary. This does, however, mean that everywhere I go from now on I’m bound to be disappointed by a lack in free ice cream. The bar has been raised.
If, like me, you’re not a plant-based blogger, I would highly recommend you pop into Flat Iron next time you’re in London. They have several branches across the city, so it’s definitely worth checking if there’s one near you!
photos: my own