5 /5 Jessica Yick: Entering the big ham restaurant, and the big ham franchise, was the best experience of my entire life. Imagine this: Its 2 am at chislehurst. Its cold and its wet and its windy, because english weather has never been nice, and youve just missed the last bus. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot an oasis of a building: Big ham in big letters, in a big neon sign of hope and dreams. You enter, and sit down at a booth, and without having to speak John Pork appears before you and serves you a plate of perfectly cooked, succulent gammon. The mouthfeel is something you have never experienced before. The fat is perfectly rendered and melts in your mouth, complimenting the umami of the gammon and the carefully curated honey sage glaze, and you have never been more satisfied with a plate of what is only, wholly, purely farm raised meat. The only downside to this place is the water served in a glass that looks as if it survived two world wars and was thrown down the stairs. Otherwise 5 stars. Have a poem I wrote for this restaurant.
On winters night, distraught and full with fright,
The fear fades away in big hams light
Homely restaurant, sheltering the lost
With big ham, a full stomach melts away the frost.
