Hey guys! What could you possibly expect from a "BBQ joint" right next to MSG and Penn Station? It's not an area known for its authentic suthin' kwizeen. The food is passable if you're meeting an old friend in the City or sharing a few drinks before seeing the mothafucking Rangers play some sexy mothafucking hockey.
If these guys wanna give my soccer club money so they can help sell a couple microwave-ready ribs, then let's break out those wet naps!