Had something new today at RUB (Righteous Urban BBQ). Upon Gelman's suggestion I had my first "Frito Pie", and it is almost exactly what it sounds like, there are Frito's involved, and melty orange cheese, and chili. I would love to say this dish that seems conceived by some college student is too low brow for me, however, it was tasty. It’s so bad, and so good at the same time. We faced many obstacles just to make our way to 23rd street, including sea's of yellow cabs, police, and roving herds of Hipsters. Once inside though, we got to sit and eat in the open air side of RUB, since Al and I were late due to the many perils we faced, Gelman was forced to take our orders via texting while we were shaken down by some Times Square foot cop who pulled us over by tapping on the window of our vehicle. Officer McMillan, some sort of blue-tooth expert it seems presumed our driver, Al to be on the phone, just as the gates of traffic were opening up to us like two golden gates to the promised land, we got the tap on the window. So thank you Miss officer McMillan, at the risk of breaking a multitude of political correct ethical invisible boundaries, I was forced to tell Al, “even the African American (and female) cops in this town are Irish (McMillan)!”. And in true Gelman form we were ostracized via texted message for our lateness, “What do you mean traffic? There is no traffic over here?”, “Pulled over and about to get a full body cavity search from a Times Square cop? Don’t you have blue tooth?”. In the end as we showed up so did the food! Chili fries, the Frito mess, duck, smoked brisket, the smokiest baked beans on earth and of course, a lot of Iced Tea.
First time for Frito pie, and first time being pulled over by a cop without so much as a bicycle to jump on for hot pursuit, we should have just waved and drove away through the open gates of no traffic.
