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Sometimes when I go out, I find myself at a new restaurant sans camera. By camera these days is a bulky DSLR that doesn’t fit comfortably in my purse so when I find myself in a new place that is worthy of a few clicks, my only option is the camera phone. The camera phone works perfectly fine and takes great pics. The problem? I eat. I go home. I post a review on Yelp. And then I forget about it. It wasn’t until as of late that I began to realize the heavy presence of recipes and homemade meals on the blog that I was neglecting my collection of camera photos.
There is no time like the present. Especially since being stranded by Sandy and having cabin fever, BR and I were left with the option of supporting our local businesses.
When I knew for certain that I was moving to Williamsburg, I bookmarked several places that were trending.  And my mother, who NEVER tries a restaurant on a whim, told me about a place called “Pies and Thighs”, I noticed she might be on to something. I should also note that my mother is a big advocate for cooking at home, so when she drops everything to pick up chicken in a biscuit sandwich; I knew for sure that she was DEFINITELY on to something.
I won’t lie. The pics you are about to see are months old. But like I said, better late than never, right?
It was still kind of summer. My former roommate and I had a dinner date, like we do on a monthly basis, and were going for our fave: Filipino.  Oh how we love Filipino food! I was dressed and ready to go when my former roommate sent me a text canceling 30 minutes before we were scheduled to meet. I was very upset. And who wouldn’t be? All dressed up and nowhere to go.
I sent an SOS to any and all in my cell phone that wanted to grab dinner. After 45 minutes and no responses, I went to the local liquor store and picked up tequila and margarita mix. Might as well get shitfaced, order take out and watch a girly movie, right?
As I was about to place my order for Take-out, my phone rang.
Megan.
Oh my Megan.
“Mo! I got your text and I just got out of work. Sorry I took so long”
“No worries, Meg. Whacha doin’?”
“I’m heading to Brooklyn to have dinner with you!”
And just like that, Megan saved the day! When we met up, I asked her what she was in the mood for. It was like that night was destined to be.
“Well, since you are new to the hood, I thought we should go to Pies and Thighs”.
It was a Saturday night around 8pm. There was a short wait but the place was crowded. The one thing you notice when you get here is the wonderful aroma of fried chicken.

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Our table was small and really close to other diners…a drink should fix any anxieties.
I went with a Jolly Rancher to drink because it sounded delicious… but it wasn’t. For the record, watermelon juice and white wine should NEVER go together!
I pressed on. I ordered the chicken box which comes with 3 pieces of chicken, 1 side and 1 biscuit. The greedy in me took over as a ordered an extra side dish of hush puppies.

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The chicken box alone is a substantial meal. The three big pieces of fried chicken were crispy on the outside and juicy in the middle, with a heaping side of macaroni and cheese and a buttery flaky biscuit. The mac and cheese was good. It came with a splash of hot sauce. The chicken and biscuit were incredible! But the thing I wanted to write home about were the hush puppies.

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Oh sweet cheeses were those hush puppies amazing. My stomach capacity was at FULL and I kept shoving those babies in my mouth as if the world was ending!
I rubbed my very full stomach and packed the leftovers to go. When the server came to ask if we needed anything else, I was stunned by my request to order a slice of the chocolate peanut butter pie to go.
Clearly, I have gone insane.

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I wobbled my greedy ass home and probably around 1 in the morning while watching Cosby show reruns on Hulu, I tore into my leftovers on the couch and then devoured my chocolate peanut butter pie.
All was wonderful… except the pie.
Overall, a wonderful dining experience.

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I have since been back with BR and every now and then drop everything and run in for  chicken biscuit sandwich with mom.

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