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NOT SO BIG CITY ANY LONGER!

Big City Tavern has been a fixture on Las Olas since 2001, but walking in today feels a bit like stepping into a restaurant frozen in time. The dark wood, brick walls, oversized booths and long bar that once gave it the feel of a classic New York or Chicago tavern now seem tired rather than timeless. Very little appears to have been updated since it opened, and the space has lost much of the energy and charm that originally made it one of Las Olas Boulevard’s signature spots.

When Big City Tavern first opened, the concept was fresh for Fort Lauderdale. It brought an urban tavern atmosphere to Las Olas at a time when the area was just beginning to become a dining destination. The original idea was to create a bustling neighborhood restaurant with late-night service, comfort food, a serious beer list and the kind of lively atmosphere you would expect to find in a major city.

In its early years, Big City Tavern stood out for dishes like lobster macaroni and cheese, burgers, steaks, late-night pizza and hearty American tavern fare. Combined with one of the better beer selections in Broward County, it became a destination and helped define the early Las Olas restaurant scene.

Unfortunately, while Las Olas has evolved, Big City Tavern feels as though it has not. What once felt warm and classic now comes across as worn and dated. The concept is still there beneath the surface, but without meaningful updates, the restaurant no longer has the same appeal or character that made it special when it first opened.

So on to the menu, While the Rigatoni Bolognese used to be one of my favorite things on the menu, somewhere along the way it appears to have taken a wrong turn and ended up in the canned pasta aisle. Years ago it was rich, hearty and tasted like the kind of sauce that had been lovingly simmered all afternoon. Now it tastes suspiciously like someone opened a family-size can of Chef Boyardee, added a sprinkle of parsley and hoped no one would notice.

The sauce was oddly sweet, the meat had seemingly gone into witness protection, and the pasta was so overcooked it looked like it had already given up on life. I kept taking bites hoping it would improve, mostly because I was trying to justify the nostalgia. By the end, I felt less like I was eating dinner on Las Olas and more like I was reliving a disappointing childhood lunch from 1987.

Still, I tried to give Big City Tavern the benefit of the doubt. Everyone has an off night. Maybe the chef was distracted. Maybe Mercury was in retrograde. Maybe someone accidentally switched the bolognese with SpaghettiOs.

So on my next visit, determined to be fair, I ordered the Margherita pizza. At $20.50, I expected at least a little romance. Maybe not an authentic pizza from Naples, but certainly something better than what arrived.

What came to the table looked like a pizza that had been assembled by someone who had only heard pizza described over the phone. The crust was pale and floppy, the cheese slid off in one large sheet like a bad toupee in a windstorm, and the few lonely pieces of basil looked like they had been added as an afterthought moments before the plate left the kitchen.

For twenty dollars, I was expecting artisan pizza. Instead, I got something that tasted like a frozen grocery store pizza that had gone through a difficult divorce. By the second slice, I was no longer disappointed—I was genuinely impressed that a restaurant could make a Margherita pizza feel this joyless.

In the end, I truly hope Big City Tavern finds its way back to what made it special. There is still something there beneath the worn-out décor and tired menu—a reminder of the restaurant that once helped define Las Olas. The place is still packed, but these days it feels less like people are there because the food is great and more because Big City Tavern has become part of the Las Olas scene.

Unfortunately, that seems to be true of many restaurants on Las Olas now. They are busy, they are loud, they are full of people taking photos and making sure everyone knows they are there—but somewhere along the way the food stopped being the main event. Las Olas has become more about being seen than eating well.

Big City Tavern used to be one of those rare places that had both: a fun atmosphere and food worth coming back for. I hope they remember that before they become just another crowded restaurant surviving on nostalgia, location and tourists who do not know how much better it once was.

As always, this is only one person’s opinion. But if no one is honest, nothing ever gets better. Reviews are not meant to tear places down—they are meant to remind restaurants of what made people love them in the first place. Big City Tavern was once one of those places, and that is exactly why its decline feels so disappointing. Sometimes the harshest criticism comes from the people who remember when it was truly great.