Our black cab raced through to Chelsea, dropping us off at Cheyne Walk Brasserie, a modern elegant restaurant with sophistication in the air. As long as the steaks were good, I'm happy for anything to be in the air.
Shortly after sitting down, Gazza's boss sat down at the table next to us and the two greeted each other. Definitely not the usual Gazza as he was on his best behaviour. I wasn't even able to ask his boss if I could grab some of his leftover bread he clearly wasn't going to eat.
What I did like about the venue is that right in the middle of the restaurant is the grill, an ode to a steak. The biggest chef I'd ever seen, build like a house, had the grill tongs in his hands - bet no one will complain about steaks here. I do enjoy seeing the steaks prepared out in the open rather than hidden in a kitchen. Good going.
Very professional looking outfit ran around among the tables. We were looked after with breads and water while Andre gulped at the wine prices. Seem to remember them starting at £35, rising sharply and settling in the thousands.
Steaks made up a relativity small section of the menu and the steaks themselves were on the smaller size. I had the 500g chateaubriand (for 2 people) and shared some with Brad. Now hoping that "The House" doesn't read this, but unfortunately the steak was well charred for what would have been a fair steak. I like a bit of crisp, but I had to leave some of it. 3 of the boys shared the £115 platter for comprising of T-bone, Rib-eye and Chateaubriand.
Though 2 bottles of pricier wine, it still cam in only marginally above average at £71 per head.
Always a good night catching up with friends and sharing the meat of champions.
Steak – 6 x 5 = 30
Venue = 6.5 Menu = 5
Wine = 6
Value for money = 6
Waitress = 4
Total = 57.5