Whenever I’m in Devon I head straight to the butchers and buy an enormous T-bone steak to cook on the barbecue for the family.
There’s something about being by the sea, out of London and away from it all that convinces me that I have an excuse to buy a really nice cut of beef. I mean, it’s half the price it is in London. And it’s way cheaper than four of us each buying T-bone steaks at a restaurant. And the butcher is literally round the corner. So, if anything, I have to put one of these monsters over some smoking coals.
Nathan in the kitchen 