Love & A Well Done Steak

In bad company, it is hard to swallow something as mighty good as it may well taste, even if its in a top restaurant, cooked by a top rated chef because a song and dance (or should I say, a rattle and shake) which can be performed by the invitee makes it impossible to enjoy. My mother always says, its best to resolve conflicts, then eat, or do it after, never during a meal, never spoil a perfectly good meal! And to always resolve a conflict before sleep.

In good company, I can eat a steak, well done (when ordered medium rare) without even complaining about it. It sure is chewy and he doesn't look too pleased and there is that dreadful awkward and unhappy silence during which that dry piece of meat is being chomped and masticated. Those moments are when you can tell much about a person because that is when they can have a choice to act as well done as that piece of steak or remain succulent, medium rare and juicy as the steak they were meant to be. Its a good test of character. There are many times when mine was rather flawed.

cheese souffle

On one cold chilly evening, Roche Communications sent me to eat at The Grill On The Market, Smithfields. I was very happy about it as I had been working all day and really needed a little pampering. However, the steak was over cooked but we didn't care too much, we were in good company, we talked about things and laughed about them too. Even the starters were on the safe side of bland but the wine was excellent and so was the sticky toffee pudding. Service was brilliant which made it all quite a fun date.

sticky toffee pudding

I always order steak. I love steak even though it is so easy for me to cook at home. I order it for the quality of meat that I can't always get when cooking at home or for the fire of the grill, a serious creed. Sometimes, I have friends whom when I am with, always reminds me that I want to eat steak, something about them. I love people who enjoy steak as much as I do. There is something very inherent about that grip of your teeth into flesh, tearing at the almost raw tissues.

Perhaps it would be cooked to my liking the next time.

The Grill on the Market
2-3 West Smithfield, City of London, EC1A 9JX

www.blackhouse.uk.com/restaurant/london-smithfield/

Twitter: @GotmSmithfield

NB: With thanks, we did not pay for this meal as we were kindly invited by Roche Communications.