I’m not what you would call a ‘foodie’ – less expert, by definition I. Will. Eat. Anything. If a restaurant can offer the following: seafood, steak and a bloody mary that doesn’t taste like pepper and ice – I’m content. I can and do however, appreciate a good meal and equally, good service.
Easy to spot with its LED lights, the Big Easy located on the infamous Kings Road, offers an alternative dining experience. More diner than fine dining, the place has great personality. The crowd is very Chelsea; all fuzzy haired and shabby chic, sipping on spritzers and puffing cigarettes al fresco.
Before our table is ready I wait at the bar. Bloody Mary Please – Spicy. As expected there’s too much ice but it’s drinkable. When the table is ready we are seated upstairs – a bit of a shame as the live music is downstairs – but it is loud enough. The manageress recommends a bottle of red, it’s full bodied and heavy – it sets the tone for the whole meal.
Starters of calamari and chicken tenders (they had run out of mussels). Both were succulent, and there was more than enough to share. Finger food at its best. For the main I chose the ribs and butterfly shrimp, it doesn’t get more American then that. We were given the specials menu after we ordered so missed out on the lobster, however, the fall off the bone meat was perfect. A lust-worthy dish. Meat is definitely the Big Easy’s strength, the prawns also were juicy and of a generous size.
I am more of a savory person. I’m the one who orders cheese after a meal, snubbing the chocolate in favour of cheddar, however I went for the apple cinnamon waffle. Consider me converted. It was hands down, the best desert I have ever had. A hot waffle with sweet maple syrup, cubed apples on the side and milky vanilla ice-cream.
Americanisms and gimmicks aside, I would definitely recommend the Big Easy. It is a great place to meet a group of friends. Shouting over the loud music and ordering man vs food size portions is what it’s all about.