LA VACHE

If you’re the sort who hates parsing through multiple-paged menus, then La Vache is the place for you. Fashioned after the steak frites specialists of Paris, this is where one price gets you a simple salad to start, a serving of premium l’entrecote steak, and unlimited golden fries to be enjoyed over a chequered table cloth ensconced in the red leather banquetteclad space. The only thing you have to decide is the doneness of your steak. Our medium rare steak was so tender, our knife ran through it like butter, while a dining companion’s blue steak gets full marks for execution: it had a thin, smoky sear on the outside and a purple-hued, barely warm centre within. There are more options at dessert, which are rolled over for your picking on a human-height wooden trolley. On a recent summer visit, we were offered three choices: the crème caramel, which was accompanied with blueberries and raspberries; the tart tartin; and a millennial pink-hued blackberry macaron, elegantly flaked with flutters of gold leaf. The dining room fills quickly up on weekend evenings, when waiting times for a table can tick up to two hours, but for the premium meat quality you get without breaking the bank, it would behove any steak lover to bear the wait.