700 West 125th Street
New York, New York
I hit the town with the boy last Thursday and we had our eyes set on Dinosaur BBQ. No. Ok… you should know thats not who I am. Seriously, who talks like that? It was a friend. A girl. Not a girlfriend (contrary to popular belief.) I guess that might be kind of exciting too but I’m 27 and eternally single in relation to either sex so that wouldn’t make sense. Getting into those large plates of delectable meat… We had 7:30 reservations made easily through DinosaurBarbque.com which connects you to OpenTable.com. It’s great if you hate talking to people like I do. (Sorry I dodged you in Dunkin’ Donuts this morning.) I remember parking being a bitch years ago but this time we opted to park in the sketchy spot that may-not-be-a-spot-its-too-close-to-a-hydrant-but-fuck-it-we’re-starving and got away without a ticket. We were seated immediately. Because we made a reservation. Make a reservation. Please.