What do we want? Steak!
When do we want it? NOW.
I am a big fan of steak. My mum never used to let me order steak when we went out, for fear of it “not being cooked properly.” I think it’s an ethnic parent thing, where parents want their steak thoroughly cooked – burnt if possible.
Every time someone was cooking steak on TV, my mum would make faces if she saw there was any sort of pink being shown.
Funny thing is, that’s exactly how I like my steak! Medium rare or medium well done. However, if it’s too well done then I know it’s going to be tough and I’ll be sitting there for days trying to chew through my steak. Not cool.
After a wonderful time wondering around the Carsten Höller exhibition, Mutay and I decided to satisfy our steak craving and on a search for the nearest Flat Iron. Best decision ever.
Flat Iron, situated on Beak Street, is as cosy as they come when it comes to steak restaurants. You’ll enter a dimly-lit space that combines battered concrete, exposed brickwork and wood panelling with cast iron enamelled lights and wall-mounted meat cleavers.
The best thing about this place? Steak and house salad for £10. Yeah, you heard me. 10 WHOLE FREAKING POUNDS. Considering the places I’ve been to have steak, this is hella cheap. It isn’t cheap meat either, so the fact that it was only £10 amazed Mutay and I.
They have some amazing sides, of which we ordered: dripping cooked chips (Lord, give me strength), creamed spinach (more strength), and roast aubergine with tomato, basil and parmesan (at this point, I was on the floor in a foodie orgasm).
The steak paired with the peppercorn sauce was mouthwateringly delicious. No exaggeration. The house salad was also lovely. Overall, the food + friendly staff + great atmosphere = 10/10.
Mutay ordered the special of which I’ve forgotten the name, but it was slightly more expensive. Still a good price and it was very tasty! We even got given a cute cleaver, which made me feel very Todd Sweeney.
Love, love, love this place and I will definitely be coming again. I mean, they give you popcorn while you wait?
17 Beak Street