We went back to VIRGIL'S BBQ to wash down the fresh tea with some fatty, saucy pork and chicken. This time, the restaurant sat us down quickly and we ordered some BBQ ribs and BBQ boneless chicken with chips and salad. The ribs were actually pretty tough but the chicken was very juicy and tender. The absolute stand out was the sauce. A spicy, tangy and smokey BBQ sauce which makes Nando's sauce taste like the thin creamy stuff that leaks out of the plastic garbage bag when your taking it from the kitchen to the wheelie bin. I smothered the meat and chips with the Godly sauce and enjoyed my meal thoroughly. The restaurant expects you to be messy and they provide you with a towel instead of a napkin- awesome. At the end of the meal the waitress came to the table to courteously request if we had enjoyed our meal. In a fit of excitement, i embarked on a 10 minute monologue about how the special BBQ sauce had opened my heart to love that i never thought possible and that i would trade the two lovely ladies sitting beside me for just a small bottle to take home. As i rambled on, i noticed the waitress didnt speak english and was desperately trying to escape my questioning before i asked a question that couldnt be answered with 'Si'.
After we left we strolled back to the apartment through times square to glance at the amazing lights another time before we ended our day. In times square is always a whole bunch of hecklers who are trying to scam tourists into buying random useless crap in the hope their persistence will corner the tourist into buying whatever it is that they are selling, like comedy tickets, Demo CD's, copyrighted pictures of NYC, fake bags and watches. Though i have overcome all these obstacles, tonight my mean and rough exterior (and i thought no one noticed) must have sent the wrong message as a small black man in a beanie came up to me in the middle of Times Square and tried to sell me.... Cocaine. 'hey ya want some coke? i got some good shit, best in new york'.....at which point i panicked and bought a couple of ounces....just kidding, i squealed like a dog's toy and ran with my hands in the air...leaving the girls with the crazy man.
why wont you stop eating ?
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