• I May Not Be An Expert…

    11189164_378952352299453_451700688_nThis past Saturday’s food adventure took place in Brooklyn.  Specifically, at Dinosaur BBQ.  I was venturing to one of the outer boroughs for my friend’s birthday.  Dave, the birthday boy, is Andrea’s fiance and Andrea and I have been best friends since we were in college at Syracuse.  Dinosaur BBQ has a special place in my heart because it reminds me of being in college.  When I say that, I don’t mean it in a nostalgic/sentimental way where I look back on all of these wonderful fond memories of Syracuse University and smile.  I simply mean, at the time I was in school, Dinosaur BBQ only had two locations, the one in Syracuse and the one in Harlem and no matter where I went, if my school came up, someone asked me if I’d ever gone to Dinosaur.  This may seem strange, but the thing I remember most about Dinosaur BBQ was absolutely loving their carrot salad.  Really weird right?  I don’t know, they just had great carrot salad with lots of raisins.  Speaking of carrot salad, that’s a pretty random thing to like.  It’s not a food that is often talked about like coleslaw or potato salad.  I have to say, I think carrot salad is way underrated and underexposed throughout the general population. I’d like to use this platform to formally announce my pledge to reintroduce the world to the wonders of carrot salad.  Actually, do you know where they have fantastic carrot salad?  At 40 Carrots!  Carrots, carrots, carrots… right!  So, I’m at Dinosaur BBQ in Brooklyn with some friends looking at the overwhelming menu and to my dismay come to find that there is no carrot salad.  I guess there are worse things in life.  After what feels like a solid twenty minutes of looking at this menu, flipping pages back and forth, I finally decide on what to get.  I don’t know who I thought I was kidding that I would eat so much food, but my “big eyes” tricked me.  When my plate arrived, it was BBQ smokin’ with pulled pork and beef brisket.  I also had a side of mac ‘n’ cheese, a piece of corn bread, and a side of cole slaw.  Then, a forklift was required to carry me out of the restaurant!  Everything was delicious!  I was so full, but I kept going.  “one more bite, one more bite,” was chanting in my head.  Upon returning to my apartment later that night, the only thing that I was chanting was, “uuuuuuuugh.”  I plopped my BBQ filled ass right down on my bed and did not move for a good half hour.  I think if I had a meal rating scale of 0-10, this was a 12.  I may not be an expert, but I’m pretty sure any time you come home from dinner and can’t move because you’re so full is a good sign,… right?

    Facebooktwitterlinkedininstagramby feather
    Facebooktwitterpinterestby feather

2 Responsesso far.

  1. Ellen says:

    Dinosaur BBQ is so good!!! Love the picture and post!!!

  2. Shelly says:

    Miss the Harleys


Optimization WordPress Plugins & Solutions by W3 EDGE
%d bloggers like this: