No, I am not talking about cronuts!
I'm forgoing pastry for meat today. And, we're talking some serious meat.
Have you seen that picture above? That is some fine smoked brisket from Mighty Quinn's at Smorgasburg. Prior to yesterday, the lines seemed insurmountable. (Then again, I've never stood on line for a cronut, so what do I know about lines?)
Thankfully, I arrived in Williamsburg early enough that the wait for this barbecue mecca wasn't terrible at all. Fifteen minutes, and suddenly I was treated to this glorious hulking sandwich...
The meat was smokey and tender. The brioche roll had been dipped in the brisket's own juices before the slices were piled on thick. The sauce was piquant and ever-so-slightly tomato-rich. The pickles were crisp and vinegary, as was the small mound of slaw atop.
Yeah. This is a sandwich to love. Now, I think I might need to brave the lines at the Mighty Quinn's new two-star restaurant in the East Village. That said, I'm sure it has nothing on the behemoth line at Dominique Ansel's Bakery for the cronut-crazed masses.