A couple of weeks ago before the wife went on a “work trip”
to Venezuela and before I started my new job in sunny Clapham, we kind of had a
celebration by having lunch at Hawksmoor at the Guildhall.
It had been quite a while since we’d had a good steak that
was memorable, and we both felt we were long overdue another one.
I’m not sure why I chose this one over the Shoreditch
branch, but I think it was the rave reviews that J had given me about the
breakfast he had there with Stevie P one morning, and plus door to door by one
bus. Sorted it.
