From the age of 15 until 20, BBQs was in my top 10 favorite places to drink in NYC because;
1- they serve Texas sized margaritas
2- the few times I've been ID'ed, they've never scanned my fake.
Mind you, they've stopped being one of my top 50 places to eat somewhere around the age of 10, because of the weirdness of it all; the boiled ribs, the lack of a dessert menu, and my stomach's tendency to evacuate its entire contents the next day.
But still, I would still go there with my fellow under-aged friends, because.well, who doesn't love a cheap buzz? Plus, when shared, the appetizers were always enough to 'set the foundation' for a night of serious drinking.
Now, as an adult, I'm so over this shit-show; the inevitable wait, the fake boiled ribs, the never-changing menu, the those tiny lil wet-wipes that are neither *WET* enough nor do they *WIPE* off enough saucy residue from your chin.
Yet, for some strange reason, my mom wanted to do dinner here.
Ever since BBQs opened a Fordham Road location in the Bronx, all she ever talks about is the convenience. "But it's so close-by!," she'd cry. And yes, a 15 minute bus-ride may be geographically desirable...but not when it's BBQs, cause I wouldn't eat there by choice if they were a 15 second bike-ride away.
But for some strange reason, I decided to humor her and caved in last Sunday.
And to my pleasant surprise, this BBQs was pretty spacious. Yet, like the rest of them, poorly designed - who/why the fuck tries to plan square tables in a round space? Because of this, we switched tabled 3 times, in order to avoid the distinct sensation of being sandwiched in by lovers and celebrating families.
By the time we got settled in the only non-oppressive booth meant for 2 people, I was able to notice that our waiter, though sweet as sugar, was severely overextended and simply had too many tables than he could handle...while other waiters on the other side of this rotunda-like restaurant merely stood around and watched Family Guy on the plasma screens that encircled the room.
Whatever, as long as my food is hot, I don't give a shit.
So we proceed to pig out, via;
-Two texas-sized pina coladas with the extra test-tube shot
-Fried Shrimp
-Onion Loaf
-Pulled Pork sammich with fries (YUCK!)
-BBQ burger (read bacon, fried onions and bbq sauce with cheese)
.and this was a classic case of our eyes being bigger than our stomachs (or maybe our brains taking over our stomachs), because we barely touched 1/2 of our order...plus this shit is NASTAY!!!
I also remember the drinks being *MUCH* stronger when I was a wee lass growing up; but after finishing my pina colada, the only buzz I felt came from the inane amount of sugar I just happened to slurp down.
The only note-worthy thing I can mention is my surprise at the bathrooms being handicap-friendly, which is/was a change from most of the other BBQs in the chain. Other than that, it was a ho-hum experience, and nothing to write home about...or even yelp about. read more