Wansteadium reader Ego generously supplies the much-awaited report on the Queen’s British Steakhouse and Grill, writing:
Arriving a little under dressed and definitely punk completely failed to faze our head waiter. He seated us under a reproduction of the ‘God Save The Queen’ album cover, thus turning us into a feature of the very British theme.
The food can’t be recommended highly enough. Meat all sourced from the same farm in Yorkshire and brought to the table on a platter (with waiter’s patter) for your selection. Returning cooked just right, cutting like butter and certainly the best tasting I’ve had in recent memory. Buying British isn’t taken to silly extremes though, the wine list is international and covers all tastes.
The American Brat Pack background music didn’t work for me personally but that’s subjective and crooners are, at least, inoffensive. My own real disappointment was that the coffee did not meet the standard of the rest of the meal.
Slightly insipid coffee can be forgiven when the staff are as charming and the food such good value. The experience overall is well worth repeating.
