Chop Shop - Piccadilly
Valentine’s Day is never a day to look forward to when you’re single. You basically want to hide away and not admit to the world that you have no other half. So it practically made my month when my best friend suggested we dine together so we could both be alone together. Jammy.
As the foodie I got to pick the place, and I thought one thing - all boys love steak. So that made the choice slightly easier. On a great recommendation from a friend, I looked up Chop Shop. In the heart of the buzzing Haymarket in Piccadilly, usually you’d avoid this tourist hub, but I had it on good authority the trip was worth it. Described as ‘Hawksmoor standard food without the hefty price tag’, I was sold. And ’nothing too couply either’ - you don’t want to be surrounded by couple on V day - people could get the wrong idea.
First thing’s first, I love the décor of this place. Reminiscent of a very upmarket Jamie’s (that’s meant as a compliment), this place is both simple and trendy, boasting distressed dark wood panelling, exposed white wash brick walls and large reclaimed tiles, right up my street.
We didn’t mess around with the ordering and went straight into the mains. Both of us ordered the rump steak (a steal at £19), then I picked the vodka bacon peppercorn sauce (it had to be done - and great combination), he went for two jars of the béarnaise, then we both opted for creamed spinach and a choice of both mash with crème fraiche and chives and chips with rosemary sea salt. Safe to say we did not leave hungry. The food here is top notch. I wouldn’t place it amongst Hawksmoor, but I’d definitely prefer to come here with friends and to save my bank balance. For a bottle of wine and steak with trimmings it was just over £35 pounds each - you can’t really complain about that.On top of that, the service was excellent, maybe even a little too good at times - you don’t need to be checked on every 15 minutes.
Definitely come here with friends when you feel like treating yourself a little instead of going for the more obvious steak houses. It’s good to branch out slightly.
The added bonus? We were back home in time for Graham Norton. A wild Valentine’s. Someone stop us.
I’ll be visiting again soon, see for yourself in the meantime.