If you love eating flesh and you are within 100 kilometers of this place, then you owe it to yourself to walk in and order the Shoemakers Special: Beef tenderloin.
Oh man, my wife and I live in Bangkok and are no strangers to the frustration that carnivores feel when in search of prime cuts. That's why we dove into this dish with the kind of fervor usually reserved for finer dining climes.
The cut could've stood alone, but was resting atop the fluffiest mound of mash a man could ever want, and studded with crispy bits of bacon. There is no failure in this combo, to be sure. But it all falls to nought if the beef doesn't deliver, and deliver it did.
Swedish meatballs were a good runner up, and the apple dessert was a fine cap on the indulgence.
Top notch. Hope your experience is as devilish!
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