B-Day Bash Pt. 1

I'm one lucky lady and know it full well. I have a gaggle of friends that I adore and they went full tilt for my birthday this year.

What does that mean for you? Not one, but two or three postings about my various and sundry celebrations.

First up, on the actual day itself, a collection of my swinging gal pals promised me a funfilled evening up in Harlem at the newly opened Dinosaur Bar-B-Que. Prior to the haul uptown, Ms. Mo met me for the requisite commemorative French manicure, followed by a couple of Vodka Gimlets at the classic dive P&G, where we were joined by Ms. Erica and enchanted by our no-nonsense waitress. We inhaled a plate of the P&G's unlegendary nachos to stave off hunger, until we headed to the restaurant at 9pm.

Let me say this. Thank goodness for those nachos. Mo, Erica and I all agreed that they were pretty much the best thing we ate that night.

It's true. Dinosaur shouldn't expect to become extinct fast - but it most definitely needs its DNA retooled in the kitchen and at the bar.

For example, my BBQ platter was fairly insipid - and was tepid to boot. And, the menu didn't offer classic sides like mac 'n' cheese and - to our collective horror - no collard greens either. Eventually we sweet talked our waiter into bringing us a small bowl, usually consigned as part of a fish entree. Admittedly, those greens were tasty once they arrived. But darn, if they shouldn't be offered as a regular side.

The worst offense, however - and we all should've know, considering that our waiter looked about 18 years old - was the Mojito that our waiter insisted we order, promising that it was "AWESOME" and that it would "BLOW US AWAY."

Sorry. Over-sweetened Sprite wasn't our idea of "AWESOME."

But, I will say this: Ultimately, I had a heck of a time. Why? My friends were all laughing up a storm - the Southern ones laying on the accents thicker than molasses by the evening's end; the Northern and West Coast ones consigning themselves to talk trash about men and swap holiday tales. Heck, a few of us Northerners tried a little drawl on for size too.

The take-away: Don't go to Dinosaur for the vittles or mixed drinks. Order up a beer, take a passel of pals and whoop it up but good.

Comments

[hb herr]

So sorry to hear of your "flat" meal at Dinasour BBQ - I was so looking forward to great BBQ - now its back to Smoke - or - or - or - why can't Manhattan get it right -

HBH

[Dr. Biggles]

HEY!

Happy post birfday. Sorry I wasn't around to celebrate, I've been off-planet for a bit. You know, the holidays and all. Plus my dear and loving boss has quadrupled my work load. Don't worry though, I have my fancy hand sock to help with my sore mousey hand. OUCH !!!
I hope most everything went well. Everything is nice and wet here. Take care,

Biggles