london living; flat iron, soho

i love a good steak. who doesn't? okay, vegetarians can probably click the cross in the corner about now, but for those of you who are still around, you HAVE to get down to flat iron. a tiny steak joint on beak street, you can wait anywhere between fifteen minutes and an hour and a half to get a table, but believe me, it's worth it. flat iron have a cosy bar downstairs where hungry patient people can enjoy a few drinks, and once you're into the restaurant, you're rubbing elbows with the people next to you in this friendly, bubbly restaurant. the house steak with salad is a jaw-droppingly good £10, with sides like chips cooked in beef dripping (just amazing) and a mix of salads and veggies. i took my main man, dan, along for the ride, and we tried that week's special: waygu beef. a delicate, melt-in-mouth texture with incredible taste, this steak was probably the best i've ever had. the portions are good; not overwhelmingly big, but enough for you try everything properly. we had the beef dripping chips, and the sophie's salad - a mix of leaves, blue cheese, pecans and dressing that was the perfect acidic kick to the steak. conversation was difficult, as we both kept going "wait, have you tried THAT?!". for a pretty neat looking, green tea sipping girl, i'm actually a big steak fan, and flat iron really impressed me. we had beer to complete our laddish meal (we also high-fived lots and talked about football) and had the house dessert; an utterly divine salted caramel mousse served to you in a drinking glass from a whipped cream dispenser. nuts, and utterly lo-fi, but sublimely delicious, and the perfect soft note to end the meal on. flat iron's madly popular, so go, go now, and queue as long as you have to. it's so worth it.