When my French Canadian son-in-law came into town not long ago we brought him to the perfect late night snack...poutine, a Quebecoise blend of fries cheese curds and gravy...it is a spiritual thing. The place was Sheep Station on 4av and Douglass in Bklyn(R train to union). And if poutine doesn't get you up and running ,go for the excellent Canadian/Australian pub grub and variete' de bier. Ask for the charming and very real Martine{once at Spartina when Cindi Smith and Steve Kalt made that place my favorite(now Harrison).
The "old" refers to two lost BBQ joints ...Smokies on 9th ave and 27th( sink near the tables to wash off the sauce)
and Pearsons in Long Island city Queens...a brit who taught himself ribs...briefly revived at the former Butterfields in Manhattan and then back of a bar in Jackson Heights, Queens...speaking of which did I boast that i was the author of Queens Cuisine(before many believed there was such a thing)? Back to the present and speaking of Jackson Heights...try Delhi
Palace for marsala dosa.. a long long long crepe stuffed with potatoes and onions and served with a gravy and forgetahboutit...which in Bklyn means don't.
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