A housemate of mine (and Mike’s) had mentioned that he wanted to come to Sophie’s for his birthday meal, so when I found myself in there through chance a few months earlier, I deliberately avoided having steak in the knowledge that I would return. On that occasion, I enjoyed a rare piece of lamb which was good if unspectacular.
A few months down the line, I was determined to enjoy a proper steak dinner, and so I ordered the chateaubriand to share. It was good: tender, red and juicy. Unfortunately, the sides were a bit lacking, disappointingly. (Although the chips were good, which is becoming harder to find these days.) When you go to a restaurant purporting to be a ‘steakhouse’ in the classical sense of the word(s), you sort of expect all the trimmings to be rustic and satisfying. I’m not sure two separate pots of béarnaise sauce are quite necessary for one steak. Mike ordered the 24 oz steak, which was not quite as big as we’d anticipated, and slightly overcooked.
Starters and desserts were varied. Some cracking chicken liver parfait (framed with butter, no less) and a slightly dry, slightly flavoursome crab salad went down well, and the apple crumble at Sophie’s is a bit of a treat. Sticky toffee pudding was also decent enough, marbled with pouring cream, and served with ice cream and cream on the side.
My apologies if this review seems a little wishy-washy, but unfortunately, that’s the feeling you’re left with after you eat at Sophie’s, and there is one reason for that: the price of the food. A chateaubriand steak that costs £50 should be supreme, but it didn’t leave the imprint on the memory it should’ve done. The food here is good, but it’s not quite worth what they’re charging.
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