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I am so trendy. First The Standard and now The Dutch. Okay, then. Actually this post has been a long time coming.

I finally, finally went to The Dutch a few weeks ago when my roommate’s brother was in town. We tried a million things. Oysters to start, obviously. I am SO glad that I like oysters. Seriously.

Broccolli rabe and mashed potatoes. I enjoy mashed potatoes.

And now with Asian White Boy Ribs (what?). I enjoy ribs.

And the chicken that is no longer on the menu. Now there’s chicken stroganaff which I would not mind trying. This particular chicken (sorry about the color, btw) had foam with it and foam just doesn’t impress me. But the chicken itself was very good. This was one of those meals where you’re like, “Ok, I’m full now” and then you keep eating. I guess that means it was good!

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I realize two things as I begin this post. 1) I have a post two days back called Prime Meats. These places are not the same. 2) Quality Meats is a steak restaurant and I am leading with a picture of ice cream. That’s how it should be.

Let me introduce you to the world of Quality Meats. It’s in midtown, 58th street to be exact, and the moment I stepped out of the subway I felt like I was in bizarro world. When was the last time I was in midtown? Not a clue.

But now let me take you back to Quality Meats. Quality Meats with Jen McGuire, who was in town JUST to have dinner with me! (I kid, I kid… she came to town to go to Eataly with KP AND THEN go to dinner with me.)

These are the crispy potatoes. I don’t know why I don’t ever ask the servers questions about the menu and assume I always know what it’s talking about because if I knew the crispy potatoes were going to be this crispy, I wouldn’t have ordered them. If you’re a fan of potato chips, then you would like them. My like of potato chips occurs only when I am surrounded with family, a giant bowl of french onion dip, and playing cards. So anyway.

This was the view from my seat. Chloe got some giant steak with the most giant bone and she took half of it home with her. The server asked if she wanted the bone. Like, really? People take that? Also is the gnocchi and cheese (yum) and sweet corn creme brulee (seriously). You should probably try it if you like either corn or creme brulee and would like to imagine them both together.

I went for the ribs:

The good thing was that I ate three or four and had the rest the following night for dinner. The bad news is I tried a bite of KP‘s filet and daaaaaaang that was good.

We all know the most important picture from this post, however, was the first one. I have seen this certain picture of Quality Meats coffee and ice cream donuts like once a week over the past year. I forget what site it’s on – whether it’s OpenTable or some other restauranty website I frequent – but I have seen a picture of that ice cream and donut one too many times and it has been deeply ingrained into my brain. The ice cream is coffee flavored, natch, with donut pieces on it and then the mini donut there on top. I liked it lots. Next time adding chocolate syrup.

Man, I am so sick of wearing cardigans! They’re like my favorite thing in the world but I would like to wear dresses without them now and I would like that to be soon, please (Spring – are you listening?)

And now we come to the portion of my post where I tell you other random happenings in my life because I started doing that and now I can’t stop. The most important thing to note is that I booked my first ticket to Texas to visit my padre and see the Detroit Lions play the Dallas Cowboys. I know the NFL is only half-functioning right now, but I’m hoping they get their act together soon enough. If not, I will still be going to Texas but I will not be watching football. I think I’ll still survive.

Bye!

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So this might be weird and a little embarrassing but um… I like it so… yeah. Bumble is the Abominable Snowman in the animated Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer movie. And for some reason, I love him.

One time, I was emailing with Kelly about some boy I liked and she wanted a picture and I accidentally sent her a picture of Bumble instead. Cause you know, I have that on my desktop. And if you can see the teeny tiny icon next to the URL you’re looking at on this page… guess who it is! Bumble!

So there I was at Somerset Collection in Troy, Michigan, one of the nicest malls in Michigan if not THE nicest, with lots of quality brands and none of that cheap stuff. And there I was with my mom about to walk out the door when we just HAPPENED to glance inside the Build-A-Bear. BUILD-A-BEAR, PEOPLE! I AM TWENTY FIVE!

Anyway, my mom was actually the one that pointed out the Bumbles to me and I had to investigate, so I picked up a limp Bumble (he had no stuffing in him yet) and I thought, “Am I really considering getting a Build-A-Bear?” And the answer was yes. I just couldn’t let him go. So I went through the crazy process they make the kids go through when they are at a kindergarten classmate’s birthday party. I had to jump up and down and warm up a little red heart to put in his body and make a wish “bigger than any other wish” I’ve ever made. The pressure! I also had the opportunity to give him an original name, which I found to be absurd as this is BUMBLE we are talking about here, the one and only, and he already has a name!

I made Bumble and he got a birth certificate and a little house, and he is with me now actually sitting next to me as I type this. I have problems.

So I love him and I went out to dinner with my mom afterward or the next day or something at a chain actually if you could believe it. We went to Logan’s Roadhouse which is not our favorite except for their warm rolls and I do happen to like their ribs. And so does Bumble.

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Welcome back to City Mitten: New York City! Wahoo! And this post includes my dear friend P who I have not seen enough of lately! Before I left for Germany and Prague, we had dinner at Blue Smoke, where I have been dying to eat ever since having an amazing Blue Smoke barbeque sandwich at a Mets game this summer.

We had dinner and drinks and I interrupted the people next to us to find out what brand of glasses the girl was wearing (Men’s Prada, btw) and it was great. Blue Smoke is a busy, busy restaurant and there were a thousand suits since it’s so close to midtown. I was all about dessert and when P said his favorite dessert is banana cream pie I thought A) boring and B) I had a banana for breakfast, but I thought we’d give it a shot this time and I am glad!

The crust was perfect, the banana was perfect (and not tooo banana-y, if you can imagine) and the frosting was perfect, too! Btw there was all this talk a while back about Blue Smoke opening a bakery inside the restaurant and it’s really the funniest thing. It’s just a counter near the front door with a few baked goods on display. And actually there were people standing in front of it buying stuff, so I couldn’t get the greatest look. But very interesting! So the banana cream pie is really good. Oh, and they have ribs too.

(Btw the ribs are good, the pickles are good, but the mac and cheese is a leeeetle too soupy for me.)

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I have a confession to make. I play favorites. Kind of a lot. And one of my favorite couples right now is in the picture above. My cousin Steph and her boyfriend Colin. Two awesome people that when you put together only become more awesome. There’s not enough couples like that.

So I was thrilled to go with them and my uncle D to Dinosaur Bar-B-Q in Harlem on Saturday. I had been there once years ago and felt kind of “eh” about it (I want my rib meat to fall off the bone, and these do not) but I knew if I tried something else I would probably like it. And I did. So please meet my Memphis Style pulled pork sandwich:

Pulled pork is just a great thing. And so is barbeque sauce. And cole slaw.

I wasn’t a huge fan of the mac and cheese (too cheesy, and not in a good way… in like a blue box way) but the potatoes were legit and the cornbread probably would have been too if I had asked for some butter. But I loved my pork sandwich! And I tried some ribs which were actually good, even if they didn’t fall off the bone, and I had some of my uncle’s chicken and that was delicious.

So I do like Dinosaur Bar-B-Q. It’s huge! And here is a picture of my cousin and I:

I love Steph and I’m so glad we live in the same city. And I’m glad I get to see her tonight too, we’re meeting up tonight after work for a good old-fashioned game of trivia. At a bar. Happy Monday!

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I don’t know any of these people in this photograph. Or at least I think I don’t. According to @foursquare, my friend Hagan was at The Big Apple BBQ at the same time, but I did not see him. This picture, however, establishes what the BBQ is about. Lines, first of all, and barbeque second; as seen on the construction sign. It’s just fun, really. And this year the lines weren’t even that bad. We waited for a half hour at the most for Big Bob’s, which is a crowd favorite, and some places had no line at all. Maybe it was because we were there earlier rather than later, but I liked it.

I worry sometimes about having children in New York. When the Big Apple BBQ comes around, do I have to bring them with me? Will I leave them in a stroller out of sight in front of a random barbeque pit? I cannot answer these questions.

Here’s the goods from Big Bob Gibson’s B-B-Q straight from Alabama. Pulled pork sammie and slaw. I added the BBQ sauce, cause that’s how I do. Yum, yumz.

And there we are at the picnic tables that show up at Madison Square Park for this weekend only. I recently got a haircut and it needs to grow back already. Also deciding what to do with the color. Continue dying it reddish? I feel so bad for all the chemicals I’ve put on it over the years and kind of want to give it a break. Feedback, if you want.

Here are my ribbies from the 17th st Bar and Grill in Illinois. No BBQ sauce for this one and still pretty good. And now I’m going to reiterate: how can people try so many samples? After this one, I thought I was going to be dead and I cannot imagine possibly trying a third. After the BBQ yesterday, I ran into NYC Food Guy on the street and he told me of all the samples he tried on Saturday and I could have had a heart attack. He also told me how he had Big Bob last year too and I thought to myself, “How can you possibly remember what you tried last year?” And then I remembered we have food blogs. Either I missed the BBQ last year or I didn’t have City Mitten yet. Ha. We are all insane.

And a picture of a pitmaster for ya:

Mr. Cowboy is from Checkered Pig in Virginia. But as I said, had I tried more BBQ, I would be dead. But I do love me some BBQ. Except that there are 18 different ways to write it. BBQ, Bar-B-Q, barbeque, barbecue… What gives? Barbeque is my favorite but Spellcheck always wants to tell me it’s misspelled.

The lines that were dead were all the joints from NYC. I get it, because if those restaurants are here for me every week, why would I try them over restaurants who are only here for the weekend? From Alabama, a state I will probably never go to?

In other news: This has been one of the best weekends for me in months. And I didn’t even “go out” Friday or Saturday. I guess I did make it to a bar on Saturday afternoon for the US versus England World Cup game, but I’m not counting it. Hope everyone else had a good weekend, too! Happy Monday!

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Do you like ribs? Is there even more than one answer to that question?

I decided to torture myself by writing this post because I came home from Florida with zero groceries in the kitchen and zero time to get any.

Welcome to Michelbob’s. The world’s most amazing ribs. There is never a time when I go to Naples, Florida and I do not go to Michelbob’s. It’s a given.

Grandpa asks, “Is there anything you want to do while you’re here?”

I say, “Michelbob’s.”

And then E and I text photos of the food to our dad to make him jealous. One year in college, my friends Kayti and Nora came with me to Michelbob’s and we even had a Michelbob’s boyfriend (a cutie server). Now that is commitment.

But how can you not like it?

It’s kitschy, they give you soda in GIANT plastic cups, AND it’s full of old people. Old people who were getting a little tooo rowdy for Grandpa and Evelyn(my step-gma?)’s taste this last time, actually. All I have to do is go to Michelbob’s and know that when I am 85, life will be nothing but a par-tay! With ribs!

And they are THE BEST RIBS IN NORTH AMERICA which we know because they ship their ribs and barbeque sauce anywhere in America by next day air! Can you imagine?

Another thing you should know about Naples, Florida. There’s this insane store called The Best of Everything and they are Everywhere and they really are The Best of Everything. Or so all the ladies think because it is PACKED. It’s basically all different kinds of jewelry and bags and whozerwhatsits and there were stuffed animals even and who knows what else… oh yah, TIARAS!

But anyway, Emily and I went ahead and made purchases of matching headbands!

Woo woo! We are so Southwest Florida. :)

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