Bar + Block Steakhouse London Kings Cross Menu
So, you’re thinking about Bar + Block Steakhouse in London Kings Cross, huh? Good choice. I mean, you’ve already survived the chaos of that station, so you deserve a steak. Let’s grab a coffee (or something stronger) and chat about their menu.
First off, it’s not your granddad’s dusty steakhouse. This place is all sleek lines and buzzing energy. You walk in and think, “Right, I’m about to be very happy.” And guess what? You usually are.
The Star: The British Beef
Let’s talk about the main event: the steak. They do a 7oz Sirloin that’s practically a religious experience. It’s cut thick, cooked to a perfect medium-rare, and sits there on your plate looking smug.
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But here’s the kicker—they’re obsessed with dry-aging. It’s not just a buzzword here. The process makes the beef taste like beef’s cooler, more intense cousin. You’ll never look at a flimsy supermarket steak the same way again.
Feeling fancy? Try the 9oz Ribeye. It’s basically a flavour bomb wrapped in fat. And yes, you are supposed to eat the fat. That’s the best bit, you heathen.
The Sides Aren’t an Afterthought
Now, I know what you’re thinking: “Sides are just filler.” Nope. Not here. Their Truffle Mac ’n’ Cheese is so good it might fight the steak for attention. It’s creamy, cheesy, and has that earthy truffle kick that makes you feel fancy.
Then there’s the Peppercorn Sauce. Look, I’m not one to drown good meat, but this sauce? Dip everything in it. Fries, steak, your napkin. It’s that good. You’ll be licking the bowl when the staff isn’t looking.
Starters That Slap
Before the main event, you need a warm-up act. The Beef Dripping Fries are a must. They’re crispy, salty, and cooked in—you guessed it—beef fat. Your arteries will hate you, but your soul will sing.

Another crowd-pleaser? The Steak Tartare. It’s raw, it’s bold, and it comes with a perfectly runny yolk. Stir it all together and thank me later. It’s like a little jewel box of flavour.
Or just get the Garlic Bread. Because sometimes you’re basic, and that’s okay. They make it with proper sourdough, so it’s not a cop-out.
What About Non-Steak People?
So you brought a vegetarian friend. Or maybe you’re just not in a beef mood. (Weird, but okay.) Bar + Block has your back. Their Mushroom & Truffle Burger is a flavour explosion. It’s juicy, umami-rich, and even meat-eaters will steal a bite.
There’s also a Grilled Chicken Caesar Salad. It’s not “just a salad.” The chicken is charred, the croutons are crunchy, and the dressing is legit. It’s a salad that tries.
Dessert: The Grand Finale
After all that beef, you might think you’re full. You’re wrong. The Chocolate Fondant is a gooey, warm, life-changing event. It breaks open like a lava flow of chocolate. You’ll share it—then regret sharing.
Or go for the Sticky Toffee Pudding. It’s British, it’s classic, and it’s drenched in toffee sauce that’s borderline obscene. A scoop of vanilla ice cream on top? Chef’s kiss.

Drinks? Oh, Definitely Drinks
The cocktail list is dangerous. The Elderflower Spritz is light and floral—perfect if you’re pretending to be classy. But I’m partial to the Old Fashioned. It’s strong, it’s smoky, and it pairs with steak like they were made for each other.
Want a red wine to go with your meat? Ask the staff. They’re not snobby, I swear. They’ll point you to a Malbec or a Shiraz that won’t break the bank but will elevate the experience.
Why Kings Cross, Though?
Look, the Kings Cross area has gone from “grimy train station” to “hipster food paradise.” Bar + Block fits right in. It’s perfect for a pre-theatre dinner, a date, or just rewarding yourself for not missing your train.
Plus, the location is stupidly convenient. You can stumble out of the restaurant, hop on the Tube, and be home in twenty minutes. Or, you know, waddle. After that fondant, you’ll be waddling.
One final thought: don’t skip the Sunday Roast if you’re around. They do a proper one with Yorkshire puddings the size of your head. It’s a commitment, but a beautiful one.
So go. Eat. Drink. Leave a tip. And maybe bring a friend to split a side of truffle fries. You’ll thank me—or your jeans won’t. Either way, it’s worth it.
