I love meat. Everybody knows it. Especially if it’s rare.
The fact is, I love to nibble away at raw minced beef. Sprinkle it with a dash of crushed rock salt and I’m done for. Yum, yum. Not many people know that about me but now you do. You and the rest of Australia of course!!
The wagyu tartare was kind of an abomination of your traditional steak tartare, an adaptation if you will. There was no sight of a golden yolk to forcibly crush and most of the traditional elements have drawn on alternative substitutes.
The wagyu beef was chunkier than expected and required little more gumption to consume. I couldn’t quite trace the truffle aioli and I found the dish rather sweet with the white soy dressing. The pear was a nice touch but it wasn’t enough to turn me. Unfortunately, this dish wasn’t for me.
I couldn’t resist the temptation of eating a potato scallop to relive one my soggy childhood memories. I even remember when they were 30 cents! They would be hot as hell, burning the living day lights out of my lips and fingers. And it would be positively soaked and dripping with oil. Just gold.
A delicious reformed and sophisticated take, these golden nuggets were lightly doused with wafts of rosemary and truffle oil. Containing a textural contrast of a crunchy exterior versus a fluffy interior. It was just perfect with a dusting of rock salt.
Looking at this is enough to make me weep. Looking back, was enough to make me wail. This fall off the bone hunk of love, was so chunky you could carve it without a knife and rip it to shreds. So tender, so saucy, I really ought to have gotten my hands dirty, let loose and enjoyed it with candour.
A cosy and rustic dish. It was the perfect dish given the torrential weather conditions blithering outside. Beef cheek was slow cooked until tender, a glossy jus swirled around a bed of sweet and buttery veg.
This is Chophouse’s very own chocolate poprocks. It’s actually lindt chocolate melted and brought back to life in a Chophouse mould. You got to love the little sawing meat cleaver action they got going on here. Very abattoir-esque.
If you love protein as much as I do, this is where it’s at. I had a serious case of food envy as every dish that swarmed past looked very bloody and very good. You can come here enjoy the New York steakhouse experience, load up and send your iron levels through the roof. Take on the 2 kilo Tomahawk steak. Or you can even put away your very own whole suckling pig roasted at your request for 2 hours. At $800 a pig you will just need the dosh, the numbers and to phone ahead.
Welcome to Chophouse, a primal and carnivorous orgy.
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LOVE chophouse! the steaks are always amazing!
I can tell! I hear that you are quite the regular!
Yummo. Give me meat anyday, especially undercooked or as in the case of tartare, not cooked at all. The beef ribs look divine!
I generally love tartare, and you’re take on their dish has me intrigued…will have to try it soon!
I think that wagyu always benefits more from being cooked than served raw, so the fat can melt, but otherwise I’m a huge fan of tartare too. And scallops! Ours were always covered in a layer of yellow chicken salt. Mmm tasty!
agreed! Make the fat melt in the mouth!
It worth a try, the meat should be amazing but the chocolate poprocks are very appealing too!
Oh man. The beef ribs and beef cheek look so bloody fantastic! I’ve heard much about chophouse and how up to standards they are with their meats. Grrr! Jealousive not been.
Oh and I am one who also loves to sprinkle my steaks with sea salt before consuming. Oh and try a squeeze of lemon too 😉
OH thanks for the suggestion. I will have to try it with lemon too!