Superlatives. It's so easy to fall back them when waxing the ol' lyrical on your new fave place. Even more so when you're trying to explain the joy of discovering a new steak-heaven, but that's poor, lazy writing, so I won't. I'll try and do what I encourage others to do, and find a more engaging way to tell you how this steaksteaksteaksteak --sorry, this place-- is game-changing.
Forget it -- it's all about the steak. And I just... I *need* to throw the word "best" in there somewhere.
BEST.
Shit. I, I really tried. BEST. There I go again.
*Counts to ten. Deep breaths.*
Headrow House is another of Leeds' new trend-hangs -- it fits the appropriate formula. (I mean, these guys created the formula with Belgrave, so. Fair.) That is, it's got several floors (bar/resto downstairs, middle floor for music events, and roof terrace for those three days of sunshine we can look forward to. (Cheap shot, we all know it's bitter oop north.)
There are Urquell copper flasks/flagons/tanks/stills as big --if not bigger-- than me downstairs. They turn the lighting down as soon as it gets dark, which makes me angry because I like to see what I'm doing/eating/drinking. The music is always great. Why not five stars? Because the lighting and I want a plate and a steak knife so I can cut my food efficiently, and I personally get rather irked by almost-darkness in bars. Have done for years.
Anyway, let's get back to the real issue, which would be that steak I love so much.
For a tenner you can get what I think is a mini steak frites; essentially, you get a steak and chips in a box with sorrel or some such. It. Is. DELICIOUS. The chimichurri (?) sauce on it is incredible, the steak has consistently been cooked to perfection --medium-rare on the rare side-- and the chips... well. Who doesn't love fries? During the week, you'll get a glass of red to go with on that deal.
Enough ramble. Shutup and order some meat. read more