For those that understand bacon makes everything taste better: this is your mothership. And for you others, it's still a worthy satellite. This button-sized BBQ joint, which can seat 10 people max, is a taste of southern heaven on the south side of the West Village. It is the opposite of Dinosaur's bigger-than-life operation uptown (my other fave BBQ joint), but the taste is eyes-rolling-in-back-of-head delicious. I got an order of the St.Louis-style pork ribs (recommended by the super-nice waiter) with a side of collard greens and beans. It was accompanied by a corn muffin, which sadly I had no room for. There was pork grease running down my chin and the bacon bits in the chopped collard greens were so salty and tender that I ordered a second side of the vegetable dish. The beans were soaked in tomato sauce (maybe some ketchup?) but they brought the sweet to the bacon's salt. My pork-free BF went for the beef ribs and a quarter chicken, also drenched in their spicy sauce. Tasty! I was amazed/impressed that this little hole-in-the-wall kitchen produced such a mighty and authentic BBQ meal. When you've already well passed the 1,000-calorie meal mark, it's best to just pile it on. So we did. A pecan tart a la mode sealed the deal. Washed down with some lemonade, the whole mess came to $63 for both of us. Bottom line: good place to stuff your belly, but be prepared to spend the next few hours in a sticky food coma.
Where: 178 West Houston Street, 212-741-7390
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