Finding ourselves without plans last Wednesday night due to a certain concert being postponed, wife and I decided to spontaneously have ourselves a dinner somewhere. You know, somewhere “nice”! A quick scour of Timeout’s London Restaurant guide saw us ending up at High Timber, a “Modern European” steakhouse which got fairly good reviews.
I called to make a reservation, and Guido (may not have been his real name) took my call:
Me: Hi, can I make a reservation for two people, for seven o’clock?
Guido: For two people? At seven? You will not need a reservation.
Me: Oh, ok, great. Thanks.
Guido was definitely right; we walked in to find the restaurant almost empty, though this didn’t stop him from greeting us at the door with a friendly, “Good evening. Do you have a reservation?”. Dude! I just tried to make one and you wouldn’t let me!
Anyway, he somehow managed to find an empty table to squeeze us on to, and we promptly ordered. Gnocchi with mushrooms, spinach and parmesan cream for Kristy, and a medium-rare, 350g rib-eye, with peppercorn sauce for me. I honestly can’t remember the last time I had a steak, so I was absolutely salivating waiting for it to come out!
I’m pleased to say, it was good. Very good! Cooked to perfection, delicious flavour, and the peppercorn sauce on the side was so good I was tempted to drink it! The sides were also fantastic, especially the chips – I’m a simple man!
We were both quite filled after our delicious mains, but seeing “rhubarb fool” on the dessert menu piqued my interest. So I went ahead and ordered myself one; Kristy got a lemon and treacle tart to keep me company.
Turns out “rhubarb fool” is basically just mousse, cream, and cooked rhubarb. It was ok, though the rhubarb had a bit too strong of a flavour for my liking. Kristy also found her dessert to be a little too much, and I think our meals would have been better had we have gone without!
Still, it was overall a nice place to dine, and we have no-one to blame for our desserts but ourselves. After we asked for the bill, the manager (or at least, a bird whom I presumed to be the manger) brought it to us, enquired if our meals were ok, and then asked, “are you a food critic?”. “No!” I replied; “why do you ask?”.
“You took a lot of photos of your meal.”
Maybe I should be a food critic! After all, I do like eating…
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Gerrod… take it from me, you ARE a food critic. Now… how to get paid for it is the question. It’s got to be one of the better jobs.
Yeah – you already are a food critic G, albeit an upaid one. I love reading your foodie entries!