Barbecue
I keep forgetting to mention that we went to Daisy May's last week. I work at 50th and Broadway, so it's a bit of a trek, but Todd was at Javits for a photo show so I met him over there for lunch.
I guess I've been holding off on writing this up because I don't know what to say. Todd was very unhappy with his meal and the price, but I think he's being unreasonable. (He's a Virgil's fan.)
Three things I can say: There's no seating, so take it to go or eat standing up at a built-in ledge along the window (which didn't bother me); it's a lot of food, so you could get by for two people sharing one order of barbecue ($8) and a couple of small sides ($3 each); it's a great option, the best I know of, when you're trapped over at Javits for the day. Oh, and go for the ribs; even I wasn't all that impressed with the pulled-pork sandwich Todd ordered.
But I liked the dry-rubbed ribs I had. They were this great texture, really pretty firm, but the meat still comes right off the bone when you bite into it, in shreds. Easy texture to handle with your fingers, but even the dry-rub was messy (I would be disappointed in it if it wasn't). We had mashed potatoes, which were overly buttery and a weird, lumpy-with-pools-of-runny texture, and Cheddar corn, which was really pretty great. Too much to finish on my own, though.
I'd trek over there again for some more (without Todd, though). I'm pretty sure they deliver, too, so I may persuade some of my coworkers that we all want barbecue. Shouldn't be hard to do.
Y'all c'mon down here for some REAL barbecue- the best darn hootin' creamed (and I mean creamed) corn this side of the Great Wall of China!
I am going to take that as an invitation. We'll surprise you some day by showing up at your door. Better get those barbecue places picked out. What's popular there? Brisket?
Mmmmmm. Virgil's. Arrrggghhh.
As a co-worker, I can safely say that I am totally up for your suggestion of going for barbecue sometime SOON. Just say when.
Mmmmmm...that sounds delicious! Now that we are out of the house my mom doesn't bake nearly as much.
Now, my mom would cook- but she wouldn't allow us to cook- but your mom would! I have so many memories of going to your house and spending hours in the kitchen making cookies (usually after convincing poor Chad to ride his bike to the store to get us the dough, which we would usually overeat before making any!) Concoctions like Kraft Mac and Cheese with Spaghetti Sauce- we were usually cooking while eating our weight in chips and salsa.
It was so wonderful to have an escape into such a relaxed environment- as I remember the only requirement was that we share with the rest of your family :)