One of the few requirements for my London weekend was to have a Sunday roast. I consulted one of my trustworthy London sources, Flora, who originally suggested The Pig and Butcher. They were booked up but directed me to their sister restaurant, Smokehouse. And I'm really glad with the way things turned out. I did a bit of research before going and was impressed by the head chef's CV. Neil Rankin graduated with a degree in physics before entering the culinary world. He started out exclusively in the world of French cuisine, completing several Michelin internships, before deciding to leave the world of fine dining and focus on modern cooking techniques, with a focus on meat.
The name of the restaurant may conjure up masculine images of animals on a spit roast or men gathered around a grill with a chicken leg in one hand and a lamb joint in the other, but Smokehouse is a gentrified establishment. With a beautiful terrace, adorned with fairy lights, and a rustic interior which is artfully decorated, Smokehouse is the perfect summertime boozer. If you're into your beers, you'll be especially excited by their extensive beer menu, which includes a gluten free option.
I went for the roast beef, as did Big Sister Binns and Flora, and Ed went for the roast lamb. In France I always have my meat rare, therefore I was slightly concerned that the meat would be overcooked, but it turned out there was no need for me to be worried. The meat was accompanied by roast potatoes (cooked in sunflower oil), red cabbage, carrots, turnips, a Yorkshire pudding (the size of my head) and gravy. Everyone around the table was satisfied and full by the time their plate was empty. Not so full however that we couldn't squeeze in a dessert or two... Thanks Smokehouse for excellent food, tip-top service and value for money.