So we are on a mini holiday. Taking a few days to do some fun things locally – no passport needed.
Yesterday we took the kids into the city to see a show and catch an early dinner. For years we’ve walked by, driven by, ran by, a barbecue joint near Times Square called Virgil’s. Last night we decided to give it a shot. I knew what I was walking into – I was ready for a dinner of hush puppies and house salad.
Even the veggie looking things on the menu were laced with meat – as I suspected. Southern food and Thai food – it’s like a minefield for a vegetarian. The mac and cheese? Made with chicken stock. The pecan rice? Made with a ham hock. The biscuits? You guessed it, lard! Yum.
It was fine – I didn’t waste away and they all loved it.
I forgot to take pictures of the plates of prehistoric food that came to the table – and they wouldn’t let me take a picture of them eating (oh it was a sight. we should have gotten ponchos when we walked in).
I did sneak in a shot of my husband’s hands – utensils are strictly optional at this joint. I’m not sure what he’s eating in this shot – I know that pulled pork, bbq’d chicken and Memphis style ribs were ordered.
So you don’t think I was sitting in a corner sucking on a piece of lettuce – we also ordered this monstrosity. It’s called Memphis Dirty Fries. We need to send Memphis some salad, asap.
I had to ask for them to leave out the chili, bacon and side of gravy (oh yeah).
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