A Dinosaur From the Past

This is from a visit in March of '07 to Dinosaur BBQ in Harlem.  I've since had better BBQ but never in a sit down place.  The only place I've had better BBQ in NY has been at the Big Apple Barbecue Block Party.  Sadly, I haven't made it back to Dinosaur since.  Being a 2 hour train ride away makes it a bit of a pain in the ass.  But I'm thinking a return engagement may be necessary.  That's kind of the benefit of going through some of these old reviews...it's making me want to revisit some places.  I have heard a rumor that Dinosaur is opening a location on Union Street in Park Slope in the near future.  That would be fantastic.

When Good Carnivores Die, Heaven is Dinosaur BBQ

For the first restaurant review of ’07 do we ever have a doozy. I think it might be the best place overall that we’ve been to. I’ll have to remember to ask my other companions for their opinion. Get a lil best of list going. Maybe get some comments on what places anyone else thinks we should hit that might make our list. We’re always up for some good food. Well, off we go to the first review of the year.

To think at the beginning of this little adventure Adrienne thought it might not be worth it to take such a long trip uptown. Silly, silly girl. As we now know any trip to Dinosaur BBQ will be well-rewarded. The train ride to 131^st street was so worth it I just don’t have the words to tell you how worth it, it was. I met Doreen, Adrienne and newcomer Phil for a railroad journey into Harlem to eat what turned out to be the best damned BBQ I’ve ever had pass through my lips. Before I get to the food, lemme tell you this place was PACKED! The amount of people just standing around waiting for a table was insane. Don’t even waste your time going there without a reservation. You ain’t getting’ a table any other way. But once you do get a table there is all kinds of cool stuff to look at. Everything inside is worn brick and weathered wood. The food comes on blue plastic plates with little separation-y things kind of like upper class TV dinner trays. So not only do you get this amazing food but it’s kind of like eating it in someone’s backyard. When it’s warm out it seems that they just open all the windows and that must really add to the atmosphere. Even the music was good…a lot of bluesy jazz type staff. Now, on to the grub.

There was nothing that our waitress Sheena brought to our table that disappointed. We’ll start with the fried green tomatoes because that’s what we started with. The sauce they came with was really the tastiest bit of that. The breading was good and a lil tangy but there really was no taste of tomato. I don’t know if that’s how it always tastes because I’ve never had fried green tomatoes before. They were good but nothing exciting. The ribs were what sex would taste like if it came on a bone (no pun intended). They were so tender that I have no doubt that if Age wanted she could’ve stuck the whole rib in her mouth and sucked all the meat off in one shot just like in a cartoon. After the 3 ribs I had I was already getting close to full. And I still have pulled pork, potato salad, baked beans and a piece of cornbread to get through. The pulled pork was awesome. The brisket, which I snagged from Doreen, was fantastic. I had a side of potato salad that was just a touch spicy, just to remind you that it said Creole on the menu, sooooooo good. The macaroni and cheese, that I didn’t have the foresight to order but I also snagged from Doreen (she’s good for sharing food…usually) was the reason we breathe. God put us on this earth to eat food that tasted this good. The worst thing we got was the BBQ beans and they were excellent. If you could’ve seen the looks on Doreen’s and Age’s faces when we were finished eating it would’ve told the whole story. There was total satisfaction and the desire to keep eating despite the risk of exploding. The prices weren’t really bad at all. I think it came to about $23 a person. You can’t go wrong being that kind of full for less than $25. Next time I’m definitely trying the drunken shrimp boil though. I’d say it’s certainly safe to say we’re going to make a repeat visit…and I can’t wait for it.

Dinosaur BBQ NYC

700 West 125th Street

NY, NY, 10027

212-694-1777

That's A Pretty Plate...Sort Of

 Whipped up some tasty grub tonight.  Bowtie pasta with spinach/garlic chicken sausage, grape tomatoes and oyster mushrooms tossed with olive oil, balsamic vinegar, Parmesan cheese and fresh basil.  I like all the purty colors.

GOOOOOOOD STUFF!

Oh Yeah, Grilled Sammies Rock!

Grilled ham and provolone on jalapeno/cheddar sourdough bread.  Grilled in honey/chipotle butter.  Oh hell yes!

Burger Bistro Makes My Tummy Smile

Last night I met my friend Jessica for dinner at Burger Bistro. It had been a little while since I'd been there and I was reminded why I like the place so much. It's always comfortable and relaxed. The back patio is an excellent place to sit outside with a burger and a beer. The staff are always very friendly and very helpful. And it's always fun to mark up a menu with a grease pencil. Interactivity rocks.

Bacon Cheeseburger Rice Ball

Every weekend there's usually something creative on the menu. Last night we had bacon cheeseburger rice balls which were really good.  I had a shrimp burger that came with sriracha mayo...everything sriracha is good. The shrimp burger came with a french green bean salad, which was good. But I needed tater tots too. Gotta have my tots.

I've had everything from a normal beef cheeseburger to a kangaroo burger at Burger Bistro. I've had elk, lamb, turkey, roo. Hell, I've even had the veggie burgers and they're quite excellent. Every weekend I wait for the specials to be put on Facebook. They're always interesting. From the aforementioned kangaroo burger to the Elvis to the osso buco burger. These are just the ones that jump to the top of my head as I write this. Don't let me forget that they have great ice cream sandwiches for dessert. How can you go wrong with an ice cream sandwich? The answer to that question is “You can't”.

Bottom line is if you find yourself craving comfort and creative vittles check out Burger Bistro. You might find me there on the patio eating one of the specialty burgers and washing it down with a Sam Adams Summer Ale.

I'm Slightly Disturbed

This is just twisted.

A mashed potato vending machine...really?

Keens Steakhouse Is a Carnivore's Nirvana

I was lucky enough to make a return visit to Keens Steakhouse last night. It's one of the most fantastic places I've ever had the pleasure of dining in. I get a little giddy whenever I know I'm going there. It turns out that I'm kind of an old-fashioned fellow. Great company, great whiskey and great meat makes me a happy camper. Keens always provides great meat and whiskey and I'm lucky enough to be able to provide great company. So in honor of my latest visit to Keens I figured I'd post what I had to say about my very first experience back in '09.

Keens famous 26oz Mutton Chop

Let’s make one thing perfectly clear. When I die I don’t want to go to heaven. I want no part of sitting at the lord’s side singing praises or whatever other crap goes on up there. When I die I want to go to Keens Steakhouse. This place has stormed its way into the pantheon of restaurants where I would never ever decline an invitation. And if I couldn’t afford to go that particular time I’d hock a kidney to pay for it.

As I’m jotting down notes for this blog on the little notepad they leave on the table, seemingly as though the wait staff knew I was coming, I’m listening to Blake contentedly sigh like a lion just after a kill. Blake, Paula, Doreen and I are sitting here in post-carnivorous ecstasy after devouring some of the best food ever served to us. While sitting here blissfully satisfied it was decided that it was necessary for me to write an ode to this wonder of culinary satisfaction.

Keens has been in business for about 123 years. The history of the place is all over the walls and even the ceilings. There are autographed pipes covering the ceiling of every room in the place. The waiter we had was amazingly helpful…he told me how to have my mutton cooked and picked out the desert for both myself and Paula. The lil water guy filled those glasses every 20 minutes or so. And the atmosphere in the restaurant was classy without being pretentious or stuck up. In essence, by the time the meal was over, we were in love.

Okay, let’s start with appetizers. We had a shrimp cocktail with some seriously monstrous shrimp and an awesome horseradishy cocktail sauce. We had an excellent crab cocktail that I really want to eat again. We had the best oysters Rockefeller I’ve ever eaten and lobster bisque (which was the only thing I didn’t get to sample. Blake inhaled it as thought it was water and he’d just come back from a 40 day trek through the Sahara.)

The brontosaurus sized
28oz Prime Rib

For a main course Dor demolished most of an amazing prime rib. There was no reason to even chew it as it just melted in your mouth. It was like meat flavored butter. Just outstanding! I had the “legendary” mutton chop. Apparently Keens is famous for their mutton chop and there’s a very good reason for that…it is ridiculous. I didn’t know what mutton even was until 2 days ago when Blake told me it was an older lamb. I’ll never eat regular lamb again and be quite as satisfied. This beastly chop of mature lamb meat was so tender that I wanted to weep with every bite. The scattered greens they put on the plate at first seemed pointless until I discovered something world shattering. The best salad dressing in the world is mutton juice. Blake and Paula shared the porterhouse for 2. That is a wonderful monument to meaty goodness. Even the sides we got were outstanding. The creamed spinach was perfect and the sautéed mushrooms were great. The hash brown was pretty damn good too.

Somehow after all that dinner-like carnage we found the will to get dessert. I should say the waiter subtly coerced us into dessert by placing menus in front of us. Dor seemed pretty thrilled with her dark chocolate mousse. Blake attacked his bananas foster with the fervor of a wolverine. Paula and I were guided into some kind of sundae with awesome butterscotch sauce. Even the friggin’ coffee was really good.

Basically what I’m saying is I can’t wait to go back there. And next time I go I won’t be dehydrated from drinking craft beers the night before this way I can try some of the hundreds of whiskeys they have to offer. You couldn’t have asked for a better Sunday dinner than great fucking meat and good people to share a meal with.

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Keens Steakhouse

72 West 36th Street

NY, NY, 10018

212-947-3636

http://www.keens.com/

As a postscript to this I did have a couple of excellent Manhattans last night, so I indeed did get to sample some good booze.  On another occasion I had the good fortune to try a 21-year-old Scotch that may have been the most amazing thing ever to pass my lips.  Just thought I should share that.

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The Most Iconic Dishes In NY?

The good folks at Eater.com compiled a list of what they consider the 20 most iconic dishes to be had in NY.  I've tried 4 so far.  Another mission that needs to be undertaken.  16 more to go.

NY's 20 Most Iconic Dishes