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 Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 11:07 am |
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ORDER OF THE SKULL
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Really? I like their Cajun Ranch wings, and the already mentioned Pickle Chips.
I guess I need to get out more.  |
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| toolman99 |
| Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 11:10 am |
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ORDER OF THE SKULL
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DUBS386 wrote: Really? I like their Cajun Ranch wings, and the already mentioned Pickle Chips.
I guess I need to get out more.
come on man
just trying to make a funny.
I know its a bit tough on you right now |
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| The Green Monkey |
| Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 1:23 am |
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I'll gladly try the fried pickle slices, but I'm not inclined to go searching out an Eastern European deli for brined pickles. Sounds like a lot of work for something I likely won't like...
So we went to People's BBQ in Overtown tonight. It's the oldest black neighborhood in Miami, and while it once had a booming jazz and blues scene, it has fallen into disrepair and poverty, partly due to the two major freeways slicing right through the middle of the area like crosshairs. It's a fairly sketchy neighborhood now with the first tendrils of gentrification beginning to creep in. It's no Little Haiti or Liberty City, but I wouldn't head out there at this hour...
THM had to work until 10, so it was just Drew and me. It's basically at the end of an off ramp from I-95 southbound. With the exception of people racing by 100 feet above our heads in fancy cars, I wouldn't be surprised to learn that we were the only white people within a square mile.
Here's the back view from the parking lot. The front doesn't look much different, but I didn't want to go wandering across the busy street to get a good shot of it. It's pretty darkly lit.
Here is an upskirt shot of the two billboards which are anchored in the parking lot.
We went inside and were greeted by about 20 people and a cafeteria-style warming cart doodad protected behind a purple velvet rope. Drew and I stuck out quite a bit. It wasn't nearly as awkward as the "Mind if we dance wif yo dates?" scene in Animal House (no records screeched to a halt or anything), but it was the same general theme. I would have felt awkward had I just busted out the camera and started reeling off snapshots of people and the place. There were gang bangers, drug dealers, weathered old Haitian men, business men, single mothers with kids, and all kinds of other people. After we had ordered and sat down, I noticed that nobody was looking in our direction so I quietly set the camera on the table and took a flashless photo.
Our waitress was a jovial and sassy roly-poly black lady with tattoos and a gold tooth. She took our picture when our food was delivered, but didn't manage to get the food in the picture,
so I tried to quickly take one.
I ordered the ribs and chicken plate with mashed potatoes, mac 'n cheese, and a large iced tea.
I wasn't too thrilled with it. Last night definitely left some huge shoes to fill, so in a way I'm glad that it wasn't very good anyway... The ribs almost seemed to have been cut perpendicular to the bone, which made them rather difficult to eat. Every bite was boobytrapped with bone, gristle, or small bone chips.
The chicken was serviceable, but I'm not a huge chicken connoisseur. I rarely order a poultry dish unless it's duck, goose, turducken, etc. The sauce was a very mustardy and vinegary orange liquid that has been repeating on me all night. I took my first Prilosec of Meat Week. I've also got my first major case of the farts, although whether it's due to tonight's meal or the fact that I haven't eaten anything but barbecue for the past three days is anyone's guess.
The mac 'n cheese was good, albeit rubbery, and the mashed potatos were exceedingly ordinary with very plain, salty gravy. The cornmeal muffins were delicious, and as far as I'm concerned, they were the high point of the meal.
Drew had the oxtail with mac 'n cheese, collard greens, and a Diet Pepsi.
Oxtail is a pain in the ass to eat. It's like a little greasy, fatty meat ring wrapped around a Combo-sized bone. While I liked the nub I had (reminded me of a fatty bite of lamb), I imagine a whole meal of it might make you shit like grapeshot after an hour or two. I'm curious to hear how Drew's night went.
To add a bit of insult to injury, we didn't receive any sort of discard receptacle, so I had to just make room on my plate for all my bones, chips, and gnarly bites. I would have moved the mac bowl to the table, but the bottom was coated in sauce. My plate looked like a warzone by the time I was through with it.
Tomorrow we head out west on Highway 41 to eat at The Pit, which is one of the last structures you'll pass before you're surrounded by the Everglades. |
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| Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 6:40 pm |
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| The Green Monkey |
| Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 8:35 pm |
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We've been to Shorty's before and find it to be an A-/B+, but have decided to broaden our horizons with all new places. The old school one on US 1 has a much better ambiance and seemingly better food than the one on Bird Rd. (B- ish), but I doubt we'll try to work it in to MMW07. There's some Cuban BBQ place up on Flagler that I think we'll hit tomorrow night, then we'll likely take Saturday night off (although I'll be drinking on the beach all day, so I'll give you a shout) and Sunday night off for the Stupid Bowl, with an international finale of Mongolian BBQ Monday night and Brazilian Tuesday night.
Glowing review of The Pit forthcoming later this evening... |
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So we finally made it to The Pit. It caught our eye when we were out exploring when we came down for our first visit prior to moving here, but we had foolishly never gotten around to trying it until tonight. Only the Miccosukee Indian Casino is further out in the swamp.
It's a place I could easily spend a lazy afternoon, drinking beer and eating outside under one of their 8 or 10 thatched roof pavilions. The interior of the restaurant was screened in, so there was a nice breeze "indoors". It was cozy and friendly, with the staff (a cook and a waitress, neither of whom could have been much over 25) just hanging out and rapping with the customers most of the time.
THM, Drew, and I were all coming from different places, so Drew arrived about 10 minutes before me and had consumed a Heineken and an order of onion rings prior to my arrival. THM had to work until 8, so Drew and I hung out and drank beer for a half-hour or so before we placed our orders, timing it just right so that by the time THM arrived, our food would just be ready.
View from the parking lot:
View from the front (I fiddled with it since it was an absolutely horribly dark picture):
Drew doing his best Flash impression:
Drew drinking beer outside while we waited for THM:
The two of us struck up a conversation with the cook while we were outside. We told him all about Meat Week, and he was pretty enthusiastic about the whole idea. He wanted our opinions on all the places we had been thus far, and gave us recommendations for other good spots in the greater Miami/FtL area. He also told us that he thought that their frog legs were overrated and that we should try any of the other dishes.
There are feral cats all over Miami, and the swamp is no exception. This one hasn't been eaten by an alligator yet.
I had been looking forward to the Triple Decker sandwich ever since I read about it during Meat Week preparations. It's like a BBQ Big Mac. Three breads, two porks, and a layer of slaw. Drew and I both ordered the Pork Triple Decker. There's also a beef option.
I'd still give the edge to the Pork Triple Decker at RRH from the other night, but The Pit blows them out of the water as far as atmosphere is concerned. The Pit's sandwich was about as big as my second RRH sandwich. The meat at the Pit was savory enough that I really didn't use too much more sauce than was already added.
THM decided on the chicken plate after I read the menu to her over the phone. Here it is (along with two fried biscuits, fries, and slaw) as well as the second order of onion rings and some baked beans to dip the rings in.
We were about to start eating even though THM hadn't arrived yet. She arrived just after this picture was taken, but we were all so ravenous that we didn't want to bother taking another full group shot...
A picture of us with the staff.
To give an idea of how remote it is, here's a picture of Miami off in the distance. I stood along the edge of Highway 41 to get this.
An unaltered shot of the Moons Over My Hammy. I don't know all the bells and whistles on my camera (it's far too sophisticated for a bumbling novice like me) but I had intended to make this a panoramic shot by switching the little selector dial over to "P". I don't know what the fuck that means, but it is now clear to me that P does not stand for panorama...
Continuing with the theme of confusing abbreviations, this sign was at the front of the driveway. I have no idea what ATC is supposed to stand for, but I'd heartily recommend The Pit to anyone who is not involved with any sort of ATC business...
I plan on hitting up The Pit quite regularly. It's only six miles straight west of my school, so it'll be relatively convenient for me--much moreso than any of the other places we've been thus far. I anticipate that some of my meetings with professors and/or other students may begin to be held out at a Pit picnic table in the future...
Tomorrow it'll just be THM and me, and we're planning on hitting this little Cuban BBQ/cantina located over near the dog track. Maybe we'll go place some bets on our future pet after we eat... |
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