Mighty Quinn’s opened a while ago, but one of the Boyfriend’s co-workers — a self-professed “barbecue snob” — said it was only meh, so we didn’t get around to having dinner there until last week. Whoa. Guys, I am not a barbecue snob, but it was awesome. The set-up is pretty simple: they have a counter with a glass case where you pick a meat (either on a sandwich or naked) and a few sides, Chipotle-style. You just have to wait in line for a bazillion years before you actually get to the meats. But when you do, it’s totally worth it.
The Boyfriend got brisket and I got spare ribs, which don’t usually come on a sandwich because, ya know, the bones and all, but I am Carbs’ Biggest Fan and I asked nicely so I got a fluffy brioche with my ribs.
And then we went ham on sides. They come in three sizes so we got a medium baked beans, a small southwestern edamame salad, and a small broccoli bacon salad. We agreed that the baked beans were God’s Gift To Barbecue (even the Barbecue Snob had been impressed with them). When the guy slicing the brisket gets to the end of the meat — the part that’s blackened from the grill and rubbed in all kinds of delicious spices — he throws the “burnt ends” into the beans. HELLO. Little nuggets of spicy brisket were hiding among the buttery, sweet beans and it was altogether heavenly.
But the Boyfriend and I almost broke up over the salads. He was all, “spicy southwestern bean salad is the third best thing we got. [After the beans and his brisket.]” And I was all, “no way, broccoli salad is the shit and I could eat it all day.” And he was all, “ew no, the broccoli salad is the only thing I wouldn’t order again, I don’t even want anymore of it. The broccoli salad is STUPID!” And I was all, “WELL GOOD CUZ I ATE IT ALL AND SHUT UP YOU’RE STUPID!”*
But then we were too full to finish the fight and we just pretended to joke that we wanted to take a cab home when we very clearly actually wanted to take a cab home but couldn’t admit that degree of laziness to ourselves.
So if you’re visiting New York from a barbecue-laden place like, say, Texas, and/or you consider yourself a barbecue snob, Mighty Quinn’s might not be your spot. But if you’re a normal human who likes BBQ and casual restaurants, you really can’t go wrong (unless you skip the broccoli salad which, I’ll reiterate, would be stupid).
What we’ll get again: burnt ends baked beans, brisket, and spare ribs
103 2nd Avenue
Manhattan, New York 10003
Update: The Boyfriend just emailed to inform me that we would “definitely” get the edamame salad again. And I would just like to make clear that if we’re getting the edamame salad we are obviously getting the broccoli salad because it was better than the edamame salad. Just get both, people. If they’re good enough to inspire a week-long argument, they’re good enough to have for dinner.
*This exchange didn’t actually happen but is adapted from our first real fight wherein I tried to get Pirates Booty at a bodega and the BF declared it stupid and I called him stupid and the cashier legitimately thought we broke up. Also, Pirates Booty is amazing and anyone who says differently is stupid.