Spent a week away with the in-laws to celebrate Father in law's retirement, in France. We discovered this rickety BBQ outside the back of the villa we were staying in so I thought I'd give it a go. It was full of leaves and looking pretty worse for wear on arrival, but some elbow grease, a scouring pad and a lot of hot soapy water later it looked good to go.
We got two massive cuts of meat from the local supermarket labelled 'Entrecote'. The butcher didn't speak much English, we said "Bar Be Cue" in the slowest most condescending voice possible, and this is what he pointed to.
Excuse the peppercorns, I spilled the jar and couldn't be bothered to pick every single one off.
Took a decent bit of cooking time, no thermometers or anything so all by instinct.
This was one of the nicest bits, the knives in the place were awful but just about managed to carve this nicely
Mmmmm meaty
Accompanied by an excellent Belgian beer, dirt cheap over there