Steakout

You'll find this bustling steakhouse right on Wellington Street, where the smell of charcoal-grilled meat draws you in from the pavement. The interior's all dark wood and leather banquettes, giving off serious steakhouse vibes without the London price tag. Their ribeyes come perfectly charred on the outside, pink in the middle, and the loaded fries are frankly obscene in the best possible way. The service moves at a proper pace, and they know how to cook your steak exactly as you've ordered it – no small feat. Beyond the obvious beef offerings, their chicken wings have developed quite the following, and the dessert menu doesn't phone it in either. It's the sort of place that works equally well for a date night or when your mates fancy something more substantial than the usual curry.