Bottomless Brunch @ Big EasyProsecco and Lobster, what a time to be alive
So Hannie the housemate and I decide to hit up the Big Easy of a Sunday for a bottomless brunch. We are talking the Canary Wharf variety, which is dangerous as we got very distracted on the way and had played a piano, walked through a rooftop garden and taken Japanese bathroom selfies before we even arrived at the BE.
Upon arrival, we were shown to a table and given menus (as if we hadn’t already memorised the entire menu and made our selection days before.) So I ordered the fresh lobster roll with fries and salad, while my crustaceously inclined counterpart opted for the whole fresh lobster and sides.
The two hours of bottomless imbibing began ticking away so a waitress proffered our first bottle of prosecco and left us to it. After pouring a glass each, the fun police came back and reclaimed the bottle, saying they would be wandering around pouring it for us instead... they obviously recognised the signs of acute alcoholism and didn’t trust us not to drink them dry.
Once presented with our food, I breezed through my lobster roll, of course to realise with regret moments later that my eyes were bigger than my stomach, and had to not so discreetly undo the button on my jeans.
Hannie also had her work cut out for her with the full lobster, and classy as she is, managed to flick a shred of lobster two metres away, hitting an unsuspecting patron who flinched and looked around, by which point we had slunk down interminably far into our chairs, attempting to hide our faces and raucous giggles. Upon recovering, I looked over to see the surface of the sun sitting at the table adjacent to us and proceeded to don my sunglasses – I have never seen so much highlighter on a human face. Charlotte Tilbury she was not!
After sitting in a food induced cone of silence for a while, we figured we’d best settle up and try to roll home. Once home, we passed out and woke up hours later to realise that we had time warped into Monday – not sure what was in the lobster (or was it the prosecco…?) but boy was that a good sleep!