I haven’t been to Dallas BBQ in a long time. But I remember when I first moved to NYC, it was the place to get fucked up –with those Texas sized frozen drinks and half plate of monster wings. I mean the wings are so gigantic and steroid injected, you really only need a half plate to get full.
This time I went with the Henney Wings, made withÂ Hennessy cognac. It was good. Sticky and sweet. Like a Honey BBQ sauce. I couldn’t taste the alcohol, but maybe because I was getting drunk on the Texas sized drink. Sam said he could taste the Hennessy.
I got a Texas size Blue Hawaii Bulldog …partly because I’m in my Elvis impersonation phase right now and partly because I like the blue and white swirls. The Bulldog was basically sticking a 7 ounce Corona bottle upside down into it. I was about to pull out the bottle from the drink, but realized that it would probably spill all over the table. I wonder how many people have done.
Sam got a quarter Rotisserie Chicken (honey basted). I can’t figure out how my gigantic wings come from that same chicken.
I got fucked up at Dallas BBQ.
Dallas BBQ – 261 8th AveÂ (@ W 23rd St)Â New York,Â NYÂ 10011
Whoa, I just saw this on their website. Dang.