November 20, 2010

week 46: dbgb

November 20, 2010/ molly yeh

there was a month of my life during high school when my schedule was this:

8am-3pm: go to school

3pm-10pm: sit in my backyard around a fire with my two friends {regan and michael}, roasting wieners.

that era became known as the wiener era. and it was one of those most hilarious months of my life.

i mean, imagine a couple kids sitting in broad daylight, eating hot dogs and other roastable stuff, and talking about juicy couture.

we developed some pretty mean recipes over that month, including the kwinkie:

a marshmallow wrapped in crescent dough, set on fire, and then dipped in mustard. and then topped with a hot dog.

eventually we got real and realized that hot dogs wouldn't get us into college, so we stopped.

but forever remains the fond memories of the wiener era.

circa may 2006, michael & michael eat weenies.

when michael moved to the Big City this year, the decision was made:

dbgb

for the bougiest, most expensive, most done up hot dogs we could get our furry manhattanized paws on.

we are way too sophisticated for best kosher now. and cooked over a fire? puhlease.

it was the symbolism to end all cymbalism. look at how successful ~~we are~~ he is.

we're going to buy nice hot dogs now.

...ones that use azny spices and come with a cylinder of flied lice with a quail egg on top

and that taste like those little sausagey bits you get in those sticky rice bowls at dim sum

...ones that are supposed to be a dressed up version of a new york hot dog

but really end up making you miss chicago dogs {and george gershwin and gracie}

...ones that are accompanied by truffles but need pancakes.

...and ones that explode with glee and emmenthaler

it was the fanciest sausage fest evr. it came on a bed.

but someone ended up ordering a burger too and that somehow won my heart.
and then the fries won even more.
lots of me felt a little weird eating hot dogs with michael indoors and with garnishes.
but it had to happen sometime...

six more.

xoxo

yeh

dbg b is on houston and bowery

November 12, 2010

week 45: blue smoke

November 12, 2010/ molly yeh

i hadn't the slightest idea that barbecue was such a gaga-inducer until i came to new york and met a ton of texas people.

it is like global guts up in here about who has the best barbecue.

my first exposure was at the beginning of my freshman year when i quickly learned that the percussion studio boys will only spend money on food stand and food that comes in enormous quantities. and the only place uptown that would fulfill the latter and that was good for a post-mock audition eat-fest was dinosaur barbecue up in harlem.

which was sometimes not ok because above 125th street gives me the heebiejeebies. at least it used to.

whatever. the point is, this week was my friend maria's 21st birthday {she's the one in the top picture that looks a bit constipated about all of the ribs in front of her} and she chose to celebrate at

blue smoke

because people says it's good barbecues. and because it was sure to accommodate our male friends with the bulk food requirements.

this is a picture of charlie+pulled pork:

and plep+jia+a burger:

peter+one from his rib variety pack:

me+mac and cheese:

and it was a real good time because maria's our girl and also because she started celebrating her 21st at about 9am.

but then as i was digging into my kc ribs, peter started speculating about his meat, a la,

"i wonder why the texas ribs are so much bigger? you think they let the animal grow more before they slaughter it? also, how many dead animals do you think are at this table right now? well, molly, you've easily got a full one in front of you..."

nuh uh.

molly can't talk about meat while she's eating meat.

it's just one of those things.

it evoked an amplified version of the little hippie inside of me saying "don't eat dead! don't eat dead!"

but in his defense,

there was so much meat.

and this coming from the girl that once ate schnitzel every day for a month.

i enjoyed my ribs, but also couldn't completely handle the whole eating-off-the-bone-am-i-wilma-flintstone thing.

it's ok. i sought solace in the mac and cheese, which, although bread crumbless, was tangy and good. especially with texas pete's hot sauce squirted alllll over.

it was a meat explosion.

and then the cake came out.

and maria wished she got a momofuku crack pie for her birthday!

and then she did cause i gave her one.

i wished {wait, can i wish even though it's not my birthday?} that my upbringing had given me a broader knowledge of barbecue.

but then the wish gods said, "well it's either that or deep dish pizza."

and i said, "ok never mind."

seven left.

xoxo

yeh

blue smoke is on 27th between park and lex. and it is connected to the jazz standard, in case you're itching for some jazz with your bbq.

October 27, 2010

week 43: the token awful one

October 27, 2010/ molly yeh

it had to happen sometime, no?

i don't really want to talk about it.

because this is a happy blog, goddamnit.

not a the-cheese-in-this-fritter-tastes-like-it-was-once-powdered blog.

and certainly not a hold-on-a-sec-while-i-scrape-away-all-of-the-fat-on-this-pukey-looking-pork-that-i'm-going-to-try-anyways-because-it-costs-half-my-rent blog.

molly is a sad sad queasy barfy panda :-[

the good that came spewing out of this situation {like projectile style} was a lovely hang with wonderful friends,

and the reaffirmed belief that the only foods that should ever be consumed on the upper west side are
tacos

and bagels

and pizza.

pray that i make up for this one in my remaining nine restaurants.

xoxo

yeh

this restaurant has already been blocked out of my memory. don't ask me where it is or i'll hit you with the grumpy stick.