...Okay, let me just make this whole post a lot easier. Except where otherwise noted, everything I ate today at the BABBP was outstanding! I would use words like tasty, yummy, smokey, tender all throughout this post, and I fear their repetitiveness would only detract from the main point of me relating what an overall a "great ol' time" I had 'cueing it up in the middle of Manhattan with Marcy.... [Full post]

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...Although I already knew what I wanted (and not being able to remember what Karie had recommended), I took a look at the huge, lit up menu as a formality, and then ordered the Pork Dog with Truffled Gruyére, and a Coconut Soda.... [cont.]

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...And when a neighborhood and its restaurants start to do this well, the homegrown New York City cynic starts to come out of me. I start expecting one of these fancified, well-reviewed newbies to eventually disappoint. You know us New Yorkers; we love to be the cool, forward-thinking, savvy savant that tells everyone to go to a cool, hip place—in this case, the eateries of the East Village—and then snap that "we're over it" when everyone eventually does!... [Full Post]

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