Brother Jimmy's BBQ

Sick of haute? Me too. Here's something down home that I found near Penn Station in Manhattan. I had an hour to kill before my train ride to DC, and I had no idea where to go, so I took a risk.

It turned out well! The server suggested I get an appetizer tray of rib tips when I confessed I was not at all hungry, just wanting to kill time somewhere where I could sit down. The tips were mostly tender and juicy, with just a few hard pieces here and there. Even most of the cartilage was edible. Quite good for a random unresearched find!

And you know I love sauce, so their crate of sauces was exciting to me. I liked the original and Carolina the best, the mustard less, and the Texas not at all. I never like Texas BBQ sauce; I just don't want that much tomato flavor! If I did I would find some salsa. They also had a "Blazin'" version of the original that had a little more kick but hardly warranted a warning sign. All in all, a fun place to stop in if you ever find yourself stuck at Penn Station.