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My sister and I have been meaning to have some BBQ together for a few weeks now. Yesterday, together with my son, we made the impromptu decision to just go for it. Our plan was to hit Hill Country BBQ, so we met at 23rd street. Oddly enough, we ended up on the same train and didn’t know it.
As we walked there, we saw that on that strip, there were a few other BBQ joints, and since we’ve already dined at Hill Country, we opted to try somewhere new. The name here looked interesting, and we decided to give it a go. We were eating around 5pm and the place was empty, except for about 4 men sitting at the bar, and 2 folks eating dinner. My sister asked me if we should take that as a sign and leave. I thought about it, but we just gave it a shot.
Lately, when I read food blogger posts, which I don’t do that often, I can’t help to say to myself, “How pretentious and entitled sounding are these jerks?” I don’t want to be one of those people, I don’t think my food blogging has ever been one of entitlement, but then again, maybe it has. I’ve been thinking about this as I was deciding whether or not to write this post. I don’t want to sound like those people.
“The service was rather superflous, and the portions left a little something to be desired from this blogger.”
Shut the F*ck up! F*ck you. Okay? F*ck… You!!! And if I ever sound like that, then f*ck me too!
Anyway, we tried the place out, and in the simplest of terms, this is a spot that was like 50/50 on the food. For instance, they made wings that were freaking amazing. They were crunchy, tasty, and all around delicious. On the other hand, the corn, and my baby back ribs were not so great. Nothing was terrible, but it wasn’t the type of food that makes you go “Wow..” The Mac and cheese dish appeared odd to the sight, but it was really good. My sister and I both can attest to that. Mashed potatoes were okay, and the corn bread was total weak sauce. My son ate a burger with curly fries and seemed to enjoy it. We also had sweet potato fries, and my sister loved those too.
The server was lovely. I found her very pleasant and she reminded me of one of my closest friends from my time in the military. The place was cool, but not something I’d frequent. There are many BBQ restaurants in that general area to try. In order to grab a person’s attention, you have to be a cut above the rest. I haven’t yet found that “go to” place when it comes to BBQ. Although, this place in the Westchester area, Barnstormer, sticks out in my mind for some reason. I’ll have to reread what I wrote then, cause it must be sticking out for a reason.
After dinner, we stepped out to walk my sister to a dance social, and it turns out that it was literally right next door to where we ate. That was funny. So the only thing left to do was to show my sister some of my zumba moves outside, and some women took notice. LOL. I’m weird. In any case, those are my thoughts, I hope I don’t like some douchy entitled food blogger! See y’all around!