Sunday, July 1, 2007

Dear Dallas BBQ: you're the best. . .

Say what you want about Dallas BBQ not being authentic, I personally think that Dallas BBQ is an oasis of wonderful trashiness in a sea of silly pretentious New York resties. We are not in Texas, thank God, and if you understand that walking into Dallas BBQ, you'll have a much better time. You are not Anthony Bourdain. Don't talk to me about how the meat on you Dallas BBQ ribs fails to fall off the bone and melt in your mouth. It isn't about the food. Dallas BBQ is about drinking frozen drinks larger than infant's heads, and sitting out on the 2nd avenue patio with your friend's underfed teacup chihuahua on a summer's afternoon and soaking up my homeland, the East Village, in all its semi-gentrified mediocrity.


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