You never know how much stuff you truly own until you cram it into cardboard boxes. Most everything I have fit into one smallish room, but seemed never-ending while I was packing it up, using heavy duty Ingram and Barnes & Noble boxes donated by Eric and Andie, and my noisy new 3M tape gun. All told, it took one full day last weekend and most of today to sort and box everything. I’m not labeling any of the boxes because I like to be surprised, like at Christmas, plus it will force me to unpack them sooner as I don’t know what’s in which box.
To wind down, I had dinner with Jimi, the Man and their housemate Michael at the Dallas BBQ in Chelsea. Dallas is the workhorse of the NYC BBQ chains, probably the most heavily advertised, large and basic, with a fast table turnover. The grub is moderately inexpensive and plentiful. I got a heavy glass goblet containing 20 ounces of Budweiser for a mere $4.50 and my entree featured a full rack of barbecued baby back ribs (with a sweet sauce heavily reminiscent of the Open Pit I remember from barbecues of my childhood), a huge cube of cornbread and a pile of fries.
Dallas BBQ
- 261 8th Ave. (at West 23rd Street)
- (212) 462-0001
- Meal 30 of 52: 20-ounce goblet of Bud ($4.50) and barbecued baby back ribs platter ($10.99).