Of all the chicken joints in all the world, why did it have to be this one?
This was a great and cheap place to pick up grub when going to Central Park. It's now gone, gone, gone.
"For more than 30 years, the Dallas BBQ on 72nd Street served up cheap ribs and liquor on what was, increasingly, a rarefied block. The location was the first of what became a small family empire of about a dozen restaurants across New York City. At 9 p.m. Wednesday, that incongruous era ended: The original Dallas BBQ slung its last frozen daiquiri and closed its doors forever."
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If anyone ever tells you that you put too much Parmesan cheese on your pasta, stop talking to them. You don't need that kind of negativity in your life.