Blacklock

Any newspaper, playwright, or Jonas brother will confirm this for you. That's likely the reason Blacklock, a boisterous steakhouse that boasts of being in a former brothel in a Soho basement, was always going to be well-liked. It is inexpensive. It's also a lot of fun as long as you don't worry too much about what these walls have witnessed. But the true reason you'll return to Blacklock time and time again is the meat—no, not that type of meat, get your head out of the gutter.

You'll be able to tell that this is a genuine steakhouse as soon as you down the stairs from the unassuming black entryway and smell the sirloin frying. All of the different slices and chops are inscribed in white pen on the old industrial beams, and the servers will walk you through them while speaking in a peculiar combination of David Gandy and Del Boy. A large mirror with the words "let's talk about chops, baby, let's talk about you and meat" inscribed in blood red lipstick is on the wall directly across from you. Let's just take a moment to appreciate the fact that a portion of their menu just states "Steak Sarnie" in case that doesn't convey the blend of serious and funny that this Soho restaurant offers.

Address: 24 Great Windmill St, London W1D 7LG, United Kingdom
Phone: +44 20 3441 6996
Rating: 4.7/5.0, 2685 Google reviews
Website: http://www.theblacklock.com/