Showing posts with label Brother Jimmy's BBQ. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brother Jimmy's BBQ. Show all posts

Saturday, November 5, 2011

November 5, 2011



Went to a Wine/Food event the other night.



Crowded but plenty of food and wine.



Have a few new places to try. First stop today is Table Wine in Jackson Heights.



Heirlooms in the sun.



Beers for the weekend are : a marvelous Czar Stout and a new favorite "The Companion."



Went to Brother Jimmy's BBQ near Union Square for lunch. Packed with rabid but ultimately disappointed Wolverine fans. Michigan lost to Iowa 24 -16.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

May 8, 2010



Rainy morning at the Greenmarket.



Still pretty crowded.



Rhubarb was everywhere.



Live Blue Crabs $1 each. Hmmm, maybe next time, a little Crab Soup. Seatuck Fish Company. Their regular fish prices are higher than P.E. and D.D. Seafood, which had Bluefish for $6.50 a pound, and here it was $7.99 a pound, a big difference.



Brother Jimmy's BBQ now at 16th street between Irving Place and Park Avenue South. I know it's a chain, but if you order right, you can do well. A fun place.



The new Doors Documentary When You're Strange will be on PBS this coming week on American Masters. Check your local listings. The movie was just released.



Dr. Evil: You know, I have one simple request. And that is to have sharks with frickin' laser beams attached to their heads! Now evidently my cycloptic colleague informs me that that cannot be done. Ah, would you remind me what I pay you people for, honestly? Throw me a bone here! What do we have?
Number Two: Sea Bass.
Dr. Evil: [pause] Right.
Number Two: They're mutated sea bass.
Dr. Evil: Are they ill tempered?
Number Two: Absolutely.
Dr. Evil: Oh well, that's a start.



Silly stuff, but it is funny.



Last line in book as provocative as the first line:
"Like the young Aztec men and women selected for sacrifice, who lived in delightful ease and luxury until the appointed day when their hearts were to be carved from their chests, journalistic subjects know all too well what awaits them when the days of wine and roses--the days of the interviews--are over. And still they say yes when a journalist calls, and still they are astonished when they see the flash of the knife."