For an ultra-American BBQ joint, it was surprising that the theme of the night was two Spanish words: Tres Hombres. All 14 of us sat down at a large wood table and looked to the BBQ "expert" Colin for guidance. Majority of us newbies went with his recommendation of the "Tres Hombres" platter -- 1/4 rack of ribs, beef brisket, pulled pork and two tasty sides (ranging from cajun potatoes to baked beans). Only tubby Tyler got nervous and decided it wasn't going to be enough. He insisted upon getting a 1/2 rack of ribs, an order of pulled pork and a side of brisket (he slipped into a slight coma at some point on the subway ride home). The pork was melt in your mouth, with just the right amount of sauce and kick. The brisket depended on what piece you got (the crispy ends had tons of smoky flavor) and the ribs were lined with plenty of stick-in-your-teeth tender meat. And the wings! Lest not we forget the wings! The giant wings were glazed with BBQ and were nice and juicy - we got these as an appetizer but basically could have stopped right there.
And our turnout? We didn't think we could beat "C" night's turnout of 13, but leave it up to smoked artery cloggers to inspire a crowd. We had 14 people, including 5 out of towners. Although they claim it a pure coincidence, Rivitz & Tyler showed up in NY again right in time for "D" night. Rivitz was so excited, he even made his parents trek from Baltimore to Harlem to check it out. That's dedication - we might have to invite Mr. & Mrs. R again for next month.
And the most exciting news of the night, we're expecting a new Zupperite into the family! Not A Meal Missin' Nissans are expecting our littlest member yet. I'm sure they'll think of a great name that will fit nicely with the club. Mike & I are thinking: Zane or Zike (although Zemily and Zolin are nice too).
Well kids, it just keeps getting better & better! Dinosaur BBQ gets 3 full stars for ridiculous food (taste and portions), fun atmosphere, cheap (thanks Hilary! ) and of course a great turn out. Cheers to Allison - good pick.
p.s. mental note, next time you eat a small petting zoo, do not take the subway home.
4 comments:
Dear Mike and Jane,
I enjoyed your recap very much, though I thought it was quite mean of you to call Tyler "tubby". "Sturdy" or "un-waiflike" would have sufficed just fine.
Sincerely,
The Rhetorical Letter Writer
I think the best part of this night was that paul was finally able to join us...oh wait, my bad.
I think we'll be changing his header name to "Paul 0 for Foulkes"
Dear A-Zupper Club Members,
Just because a man gets a little over-ambitious with his ordering doesn't mean he necessarily wanted or chose that dark, ugly path that glorious evening. You have to understand what happens: The thought of BBQ stirs crazy into a person; making said person more animal than human; The eyes and mind strangle the stomach and what's left is (usually) a pile of bones and some coleslaw. Such is life. Cavemen slip, and inevitably fall.
That is why I would like to formally apologize for my brazen behavior at Dinosaur BBQ. I slipped, I fell and I take full responsibility. The kind of unchecked bravado that was displayed there that night sickens me more than the physical pain of the meal. Moving forward, I can only hope to restore enough dignity to regain the respect of the A-Zupper Club members so that I may once again ride New York's grand food train.
With a side of ribs,
Tyler
If the purpose of this club is to make me sad, it worked. I hate that I found this.
-Ian
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