TL;DR
Entrecôte brings Parisian steakhouse glamour to Greville Street, serving up classic French indulgence with Melbourne flair. Come for the famous steak frites, caviar trolley and live piano, stay for the rich sauces, bottomless fries and brasserie buzz that feels straight out of the Left Bank.
Entrecôte: A Taste of Paris in Melbourne
If the cost of living crisis has kept you from jetting off for a European summer, don’t despair—Entrecôte is here to fill the void. Inspired by Le Relais de L'Entrecôte, the iconic Parisian steakhouse, this Melbourne institution has made a home on Prahran’s Greville Street, bringing a touch of old-world French glamour with it.
Step inside and you’re met with a space that feels part grand brasserie, part high-energy party palace. Tan timber, sweeping monochrome tiles, soaring ceilings, and plush royal blue banquettes set the scene. Add in a grand piano playing everything from Sinatra to Swift, and a caviar trolley wheeled between tables, and you’ve got the makings of a night to remember.
But it’s not just about the looks—there’s serious culinary substance behind the style. Entrecôte’s signature Steak Frites is non-negotiable: pasture-fed Cape Grim porterhouse drenched in that famous Secret Herb Butter Sauce, served with bottomless fries. There’s also a luxe tartare de boeuf, rich duck à l’orange, and a perfectly poached trout with lemon beurre blanc and smoked salmon roe.
A French Feast for Lunch
For lunch, the new Prix Fixe menu keeps things French and fuss-free. Two courses for $54.90 or three for $64.90, with a glass of vin de la maison, Kronenbourg 1664, or a soft drink included. Classic French bistro bites like petit pois velouté and terrine de printemps start things off, while mains include panisse et chèvre or the crowd-favourite Entrecôte cheeseburger. And if you’re feeling indulgent, the steak frites is only an extra $27.90 away.
Set menus might not be for everyone, but there’s no denying Entrecôte delivers on its promise: classic French fare, generous servings, and an atmosphere that makes you feel like you’ve stepped off a plane at Charles de Gaulle—passport not required.



