Given the unmitigated success of the King’s Road original, it was high time Megan’s introduced a little sister to ease the pressure.
Half a mile down the road, this Parsons Green spin-off is smaller in both size and menu, but it’s already busy because, as anyone who knows the locale will tell you, there are hordes of ladies who lunch in this postcode, all of whom Megan’s seems made for. And why wouldn’t they? With pale blue walls, wobbly wooden furniture, paper flowers and fairy lights on the ceiling, it’s terribly cute and cosy. And yes, noticeably female-friendly. By day, yummy mummies bring children and dogs in for coffee or brunch; in the evening, groups of gals come for delectable variations on Levantine food.
The Mediterranean sharing platter starter had heaps of fresh and spiced offerings, of which only the bland, dry falafel failed to hit the spot. It was accompanied by a warm, chewy and buttery flatbread that was the star of the whole show. My deconstructed lamb kebab main was also good. These lamb meatballs with tzatziki and emulsified garlic butter, all swimming in tomato sauce, would sit well in any Italian restaurant save for the presence of za’atar to confirm their Middle Eastern origins. A vegetarian pizza with feta, red onion and tomatoes, drizzled with honey, was also quite fabulous (and, given that we couldn’t finish it, even better the next day). And a shared dessert of cookie dough, Nutella and ice cream on a warm skillet was worth the visit alone. Weirdly, it’s card payment only – a no-cash approach ‘can help save the environment’, apparently – but it’s a minor inconvenience. Friendly, fun Megan’s is a welcome addition to the ’hood.