Note: Big Rig closed early 2011.
Save the reddened sign, this diner sits innocuously mid-block on Oxford Street, its metal cladding and venetian blinds shielding it from the bustle. Two men enter and are directed to a low-lit wooden booth. Amongst a menu covering steak, fajitas, fries, one selects a witlof-accented burger, the other a hot dog with chilli relish. Beers are brought, and the jukebox ticks over from the Stones to The Doors.**A lady friend arrives, prompting a bowl of the heart-stoppingly good chilli fries. Behind them pans are rattled in the open kitchen that services the small space. The sound almost obscures whispers of the houndstoothed speakeasy behind, reserved for those who have already eaten. The group pays and heads back into the winter night, already resolved to return. Frequently.








