In December 2004, Dinosaur Bar-B-Que opened in Harlem, NY. This location has contributed to the pioneering of a unique section of Harlem. Nestled under the grandiose Riverside Dr. bridge, this place possess the same charisma, style, and flavor of its upstate counterparts. Harlem Dinosaur has become a favorite destination for Manhattanites, locals, and everyone in the tri-state area.What they don't tell you is that the "grandiose Riverside Dr. bridge is a fucking dump. Honestly, if you look at the worst parts of Manhattan, they're always near or underneath a bridge/overpass. But I suppose the ambiance of living under a highway gives the feeling of the biker bar the original in Syracuse possessed, so I go with it.
What the website also doesn't tell you is the restaurant is about 50 yards from the Hudson and about 1 mile up the river from where I will dive in at the beginning of my triathlon.
OK so back to my conversation with my roommate:
Her: Oh, I didn't tell you!
Me: What?
Her: I saw them pull a dead body out of the Hudson near Dinosaur BBQ.
Me: ...
Her: Really!
Me: WHAT?!
Her: Yeah, I was with [name redacted] when there was all this commotion and cop cars and ambulances rushing by us. [Name redacted] thought he saw a diver in the water cause he saw some dude's head behind a boat. Turns out it was some guy's body, not a diver, and I was about 20 ft from the cop as he took a giant hook and attempted to pull him out of the river.
My roommate then went on to describe the rigamortus claw the guy was sporting (she also demonstrated the position on her own hand) and also the grayish hue this guy had become from all that decomposition.
She told me that she attempted to find out who it was only to find out it was some unidentified black man in his late 20's. Yep! Black dude turned fucking gray. And I'm swimming in all his secretions. Thumbs up!
Note: In an attempt to find said dead person, I googled "body found in Hudson". Now I wish I didn't.
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God I love Dino BBQ! Both in the Cuse and Roch-cha-cha. Yet, I've yet to show face up in Harlem. Mmmm pulled pork at its finest.
PS They don't sing happy birthday. Does it get much better.
~I
Ummm... yuck.
I love Dinosaur BBQ! I live about a mile from there, thanks for the reminder.
I shudder to think what's in the Hudson. I recently produced an event on the Hudson, and restaurants were tossing their dirty water into the river. So, maybe old pasta water cancels out essence of dead, rotting body?
I was just in Rochester a few weeks ago for the first time for a wedding and was driving around the (totally empty) town on Sunday morning looking for a place to eat/recover when we happened to stumble across the Dinosaur BBQ. Where is it said Dinosaur situated? Right on a river overpass, of course. A sketchy-looking river, too, I might add.
Adding to the "are they open or are they closed?" mystique -- there were cars on the street around it but the doors and lights didn't appear to be on, per se -- was a dude standing on the roof of the place hosing it down or something. Not exactly the breakfast I was feeling...
is it totally and utterly wrong that despite the way that ended i still have a massive craving for salt potatoes?
oh my goodness i cannot believe you googled that ... i hope you didn't use google image search!
i once had a spider bite so i googled spider bites and looked at all the pictures and oh yeah that way a BAD idea.
Sorry to hijack this comment thread but I had to defend my manhood. The true story out about the night in question went as follows. As we were playing the wii i excused myself to the restroom. I come back a few minutes later to find IQJY making out with a pillow on the couch and to make it even worse she is playing with a half eaten hot dog (we didn't even have hotdogs, where did this come from!?!?!?). To make it even better she keeps mumbling something about "you sure do have a purdy mouth". So ya as creeped out as I was by this I still found myself very intrigued by a girl who obviously carries around weiners in her pocket.
;)
There are lots of floaters in the Hudson. Lived there all my life and I remember the news stories... (I was born in 1970, so I know I am old...)
Wow. Doesn't that sound like a treat (the BLT, not the black-guy-turned-dead-gray guy).
Remember when you used to blog? That was the best!
HMMPH!
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