If you’re ready to battle the queues for this Parisian favourite you should only really be thinking about one question: “Rare, medium, or well-done?” The menu is short and simple: salad for starters, steak frites for mains. If you’re vegetarian (and I seriously hope your date is well worth your presence at a steakhouse), you get a variety of fromage in place of steak.The servers, clad in real-life French maid outfits, would direct you to your table and ask how you want your steak and what you’d like to drink. Few minutes in, despite the full-house busy atmosphere, you get your starter.
Never thought I’d be mind blown by humble fries but man, they were seriously delicious. Crispy and not shy of seasoning, they’re moreish and comforting: the kind your gym trainer bans you from consuming but you do anyway, in secret, thinking it justifies those hours of working out.
We were full after the second serving so we decided say no to the dessert menu, the only time you actually get a choice (other than wine).The formula of keeping it simple works wonders for L’entrecote but the magic is really in THAT sauce. Plaid Boy and I were taking turns trying to figure out the ingredients: “it’s definitely buttery and meaty, perhaps the steak dripping?”; “a hint of parsley there and a bit of tarragon maybe?”; “ooh, I think there’s a bit of Worcester sauce, too!” We kept guessing, dipping our steak and fries in this glorious, murky wonder. Few days later, we were still guessing.
We could always ask but I’m sure they’ll never tell. It’s a family secret recipe I’d keep on the hush, too.
Le Relais de l’entrecote
15 Rue Marbeuf, 75008 / 20 Rue Saint-Benoît, 75006, Paris
Branches in LDN & NYC.
No reservations. Ave spend pp: 30€