Meat At The Parish

You'll find yourself on Windsor's main drag, walking past the usual chain suspects, then ducking into Meat At The Parish and realising you've stumbled somewhere that actually cares. The room's got that confident steakhouse energy—wood, leather, low lighting—without trying too hard to be fancy. Order a rib, trust the kitchen, and watch how they handle it. The wine list reads like someone's been to proper wine bars in London and actually remembered what matters. It's the kind of place locals book for occasions but also just turn up for a decent steak and a drink on a Thursday.