After the torture of having my hair yanked out, I needed some Southern comfort. Brother Jimmy’s BBQ just opened around the corner from my apartment and it’s ALWAYS PACKED. So I decided to stop in and see what all the commotion was about.
Let me tell you, it’s not the food. The bar was packed with young professionals ready to drink away their corporate blues, shot by shot.
I tried to find a seat at the bar, but that was a lost cause, so David (the helpful security man) found me a table in the back. My waitress was so sweet to suggest the pulled pork over the brisket (it’s my Texas instinct to order the beef). For sides I chose corn on the cob and baked beans. Overall, the pork was tasty, but the meal missed the mark.
Atmosphere = great sports bar (I’m already on their butt to play USC games), Service = impeccable, Food = doesn’t help the NYC reputation for BBQ.