Oklahoma Jumbo Beef Rib -- Daisy May's BBQDaisy May's BBQ
|"Do You Want to Go to Dinner Tomorrow?" "Eh, How About Next Week?"|
If one were to look up the definition of "introvert" in the dictionary, pictures of us would appear alongside the term, and they would feature us lounging on our respective couches.
|So Really, All Restaurants Should Thank Us for Deigning to Grace Them with Our Presence|
It is for this reason that getting us to attend any sort of happy hour event is a rather fruitless effort. However, when we received an alert that a college alumni happy hour would be taking place in town, we perked up at the news only when we read the line concerning "free vodka." It seems that in an attempt to get people to arrive early (always our strong suit), the organizers of said happy hour were offering free vodka drinks from 6:00-7:00pm. So naturally, we showed up at the stroke of 6:00pm, and we ran out of there as fast as our booze-washed knees could carry us at the stroke of 7:00.
|Bring on the Giant Rib|
You see, although Michael Symon had recommended the jumbo beef rib at Daisy May's BBQ years ago, we had never mustered up the energy to go there. Because Daisy May's BBQ is SO FAR WEST that it might as well be floating in the middle of the Hudson River. And to make matters worse, not only does it take the concept of "west side" to a new level, but the restaurant is also on 46th Street, which is essentially in the middle of a whole lot of nothing. How this place has stayed open is beyond us.
|Well, "Staying Open" May Soon Be a Thing of the Past at This Rate|
Anyway, when we stumble through the door of Daisy May's, it becomes clear that we're not the only one who thinks the place's location is terrible, as the dining room is completely empty. We settle down in a back corner, because we are drawn to corners like hermits to a cave, and get down to ordering. No sooner have we taken our seats than Vodka hears the following exchange go down between Ginger and the waitress:
|Namely That By Tomorrow Morning, We May Not Be Alive|
In possibly the only good decision we make of the night, Vodka immediately asks for water, and when she downs her cup in a single gulp, the waitress finally seems to understand who she's dealing with, and she sets down a full pitcher. Which we drink, to the last bitter drop.
Unfortunately, we also drink the entire bottle of wine.
|You Win Some, You Lose Some|
In order to help soak up the free (read: cheap) vodka and BBQ joint (read: cheap) wine, we request the beef rib from the BAR-B-QUE episode of Best Thing I Ever Ate, along with mac and cheese, baked beans with burnt ends, and corn bread as our sides.
Literally (literally) three minutes later, our tray of food appears before us, which we dive into almost as quickly as we drink our wine.
|Taking the Concept of Fast Food to Another Level|
The beef rib itself is massive -- one and a half pounds of thick meat adhered to a dinosaur-like bone. We begin tearing into it like the cavewomen we are, and with the first bite, Vodka predictably proclaims, "Salt. It needs salt."
|Dear Restaurants, Generally, Everything Needs Salt -- Please Oblige Us Accordingly|
Now, the rib is good. It tastes particularly good to Ginger, as she has eaten nothing but vegetarian dishes for the past two weeks ("Why are you trying to become vegetarian?" "I'm not -- it's just what I made for lunch.")
|And for the OPPOSITE of Vegetarian, We Present....|
We find picking the thing up and biting into it makes it somehow more appetizing than approaching it gingerly, and the slightly crunchy texture on top leaves the rest of the meat rather succulent underneath. However, as far as flavor, it doesn't taste like all that much sauce has been applied, though naturally, the whole experience improves when Vodka douses it with multiple packages of salt.
|Our Natural Palate is Sodium-Based|
Unfortunately for the rib, we find the side dishes much more pleasing. The beans with burnt ends are downright delicious, as is the macaroni and cheese. And frankly, we would prefer a pound and a half of them over the meat.
|Beans, Beans, and Nothing But Beans|
|Could We Have Another Three Bowls, Please?|
|Good to the Last Drop|
The corn bread is also quite tasty, and massive in portion (Ginger, who only allows herself to eat unsalted butter at home (the horror) finds the accompanying pad of butter especially glorious).
|Everything's Better with Butter|
And our preference for the side dishes seems to make clear why we can both go weeks without eating meat, but deny us a carb for more than six hours, and we could cut someone.
|We Didn't Quite Lick Our Plates When It Came to This Meaty Monstrosity|
So would we make another trek all the way to 46th and 11th to sample Daisy May's delicacies again? "If forced to go to another alumni happy hour, I guess I'd come back," Ginger correctly sums up the experience.
|Vodka and Ginger Get Your Gun|
But in the meantime, we'll be steering clear of both free vodka and all further attempts to get us to leave our apartments.