This smoked hot dog from Butcher Bar at the LIC Flea was one of the best ever, with homemade pickles, sweet BBQ sauce, and raw onions. They actually smoke it on the grill with the brisket and ribs, infusing all that intense flavor.
“Growing up in Austin, Texas smoked BBQ is in our blood. Every Saturday night my parents would get mesquite and hickory burning in our 8 foot backyard smoker (that my dad had welded together) and tend to its fire overnight. On Sunday afternoon, right after church, we had us a good ol’ time. We wanted to offer a “Meatopia” of our favorite meats and the Butcher’s Platter was born—a sampler of burnt end brisket, pork belly, and ribs topped with mac and cheese and bacon-string beans. Just like Momma’s Sunday BBQ!” Orlando Sanchez, Executive Chef, Butcher Bar, 37-08 30th Ave, Astoria, (718) 606-8140, butcherbar.com
Yesterday, Butcher Bar celebrated Greek Orthodox Easter by opening its backyard patio and grill. Family, friends, and patrons gathered to enjoy two whole lambs slow roasted on a spit, as well as Butcher Bar favorites (like these decadently sticky, sweet, and tender burnt ends), bowls of traditional magiritsa (a fragrant dill avgolemono made with the offal of the lamb), and several rounds of tsougrisma, where friends attempt to crack one another’s red eggs… the final uncracked egg a promise for luck in the new year. Butcher Bar, 37-08 30th Ave, Astoria; (718) 606-8140; http://www.butcherbar.com/
Sunnyside is Popping tonight, with bars like PJ Horgans, Oyster Bar, Molly Blooms, Gaslight, Maggie Mae’s, McGuinness, and Bliss Street - amongst others. But here’s some offerings from the comprehensive Irish market, Butcher Block, over on 41st. Today they had a special offering: small baggie of genuine shamrock’s from Ireland for $7.99. That may seem pricy for sprouts, but whatever - Woodside’s got nothing on this.
Insane steaks at Butcher Bar, on 30th Ave in Astoria. Another one for the “if you care about where your meat comes from” file. Here, unlike at the halal place, you don’t have to look the cow in the eye. The owners run up to farms north of NYC and get the goodies for you.