How do you want your ribs?

I have been meaning to write this particular blog for some time and something ( I will call it life) happens and I promise myself I am going to get to it and then I forget. But today i decided that I was going to get through most of the blog posts that I have been meaning to write and share them with my fellow foodies and fans.

Early in my pregnancy, I would say at like 5-6 months, clearly when i was out of my nausea hell, Coco and I had date night at a restaurant on the Bowery that I had been dying to try out. Coco loves when I pick out restaurants because it probably saves him the trouble of disappointing me ( even though he's taken me to some killer places) and because he's always impressed with my selections. So I wanted to try out Saxon + Parole, a high end and posh gastropub that specializes in grilling signature American dishes. It now sits in the space that was formerly Double Crown, which I had once dined at, and had a VERY eclectic and experimental menu. The scene and cocktails were great but the dishes were for the more adventurous type.

First off, as soon as I walked into the restaurant, I immediately loved the style and design. I prayed that the menu wouldn't disappoint me because I was falling in love already and I didn't want my heart broken. We started with some wine (yay for my one glass of wine a week!) and a couple of seafood appetizers. I am a huge shrimp cocktail fan (my mom would be so proud!) so I started with that and then I went BIG. How would you describe BIG?? I would describe it as ordering the $44 " big Guinness & five spice glazed short rib." It was all about the marinade, seasoning, and preparation when it came to the short ribs. Besides needing a good slab of quality meat, it is all about the way its prepared in order to illicit maximum flavor and enjoyment. I was stoked to get my hands on them! And boy, I was not disappointed!!! Nicely blackened and glazed, the meat literally fell apart and you didn't even need a knife. That's how tender it was. Every bite seemed like it was injected with some bold meat juices that didn't overpower the ribs themselves. So you were able to enjoy the dish from start to finish. Needless to say, I devoured and cleaned everything on my plate. Obviously, my fetus helped me. She seemed to like it. It was THAT good!

My maternity jeans were feeling cozier than usual at this point and my food coma propelled me to immediately pass out when I got home! No, there was no room for dessert, and really, who cares?? After an experience like that, my night of meats was a dining success!

Here's to you. Here's to me.

Kata