When my beloved Vicki told me she’d be in town with her beautiful family after a few weeks in France, I couldn’t think of anything better that enjoying an indulgent weekend brunch with the gang at Big Easy in Covent Garden.
I had been meaning to try out their weekend brunch for quite some time; as an American brunch-lover, the celebrated States-spired restaurant was practically made for me.
Having just finished The Color Run, The Boy and I hot-footed it into town – coloured hair and all – to for celebrations and catch-ups aplenty.
The food, in true Americana style, hit a home run. The adults tackled a boozy brunch (of which there’s an unlimited option*) of proseccos, beers, lobster rolls (with perfect fries), french toast waffles (with bacon & maple syrup – my dream), smoked salmon & cream cheese on sourdough, and the best lobster mac ‘n’ cheese I’ve had the fortune of scooping more than my fair of.
As Oliver and Xander dined on hamburgers, fries and milkshakes that we all tried stealing bits of when they weren’t looking, Big Easy proved to be a pride of the Deep South for kids of all ages.
* The Unlimited Boozy Brunch: bottomless wine, prosecco or Big Easy Brew with the infamous Limitless Bar.B.Q or Lobster Fest.
Rather out of character, I left the entire experience up to fate. I let everything just…happen. I refrained from intensive itinerary-making or fact-finding during our journey from Hull to Rotterdam; I wanted Antwerp to be a complete surprise. For better or worse.
And boy, was it…
I have blogged everything I didn’t have time to witter on about in the vlog, below, but hope you enjoy both as much as each other!
Dstrkt is my favourite club in London. And I’m not traditionally a ‘clubbing’ kind of woman. Dstrkt simply hits the nail on the head; perfect location (a side street in Piccadilly Circus), a luxurious and comfortable setting (not too big but big enough to dance in), great music, frequent celebrity sightings (Kim K turned up the night after I did) and now…a delicious food menu. I didn’t actually realize the club had an adjoining restaurant until last month (only five years later, ahem) so was excited to put the kitchen through its paces.
Taking a slightly different underground route to the restaurant instead of the lounge, my foodie accomplice and I settled into a table by the open kitchen at the bottom of the room’s beautiful split-level interiors.
Though they open to cater to pre-theatre crowds, the restaurant feels destined to that of celebratory meals, to me. A bit more style over substance than you’d hope for at the pricepoint, but we enjoyed a delicious Asian-European selection of spring rolls, crispy squid, sushi rolls, chicken satay, truffled ravioli, and cheesecake before segue-ing into the lounge at 11pm.
In the timeliest of fashion, one of my favourite ladies returned from a long trip to Sri Lanka just in time to turn another year older.
Naturally, we needed something sincerely special to cheers with.
We decided to celebrate the Polo Bar at The Westbury; an elegant and atmospheric bar in the centre of Mayfair.
The prices are, as you would expect, wallet-trembling but justified. The staff are incredibly knowledgable and warm, the art deco-inspired interiors are universally impressive, and the ‘bar food’ is anything but. Over a few hours of laughter, storytelling, and potentially offensive jokes, we made our way through a taster of commendable cocktails and nibbles; London smoked salmon cones (with crème fraiche, Aquitaine caviar and chives), panko-crusted prawns (with sweet chilli dip), free-range buttermilk chicken, ash-flavoured broad bean and Fontina tartlets (with peas and mint), et al.
Uniquely, every cocktail ordered came with a smaller glass of one another’s, meaning we didn’t miss a sip; The Pearl Gem (Tanqueray Ten gin infused with Blend 68 tea – shaken with lychee, lime and sugar – and Champagne & pineapple foam) and Fig Julep (Chivas 12 whisky infused with figs, lemon, mint and Mozart chocolate bitters) were particular highlights.