Barbecue lounge, I’ll be back
Jan 21, 2010
MOST of the people I know, being yuppies or aspiring to be yuppies, are more familiar with Barbecue Lounge at night. It is one of the most popular points of the swirling vortex of happening that is Centenary Park on a Friday Night. For the time being at least.
By Ernest Bazanye
MOST of the people I know, being yuppies or aspiring to be yuppies, are more familiar with Barbecue Lounge at night. It is one of the most popular points of the swirling vortex of happening that is Centenary Park on a Friday Night. For the time being at least.
My guest wore a look of bemusement and wonderment on her face as she said, while we walked in, that for a person who was there just the weekend before, she felt that she was arriving for the first time.
We were not upstairs or outside in the courtyard where the weekend revelry takes place, we were over the wooden “ground floor†if you will.
At 3:00pm Barbecue Lounge was basically empty. There were two other tables occupied by parties surfing the net. They were luckier than I was because my computer once again, could not get work off the UTL hotspot on the premises.
We sat on the comfy chairs at a table near the wall and I noticed that the music that had been playing in the background was smooth jazz. For a wan moment I stopped to ponder at what music had come to. What would Charlie Parker think?
After a while, though, they changed to local music. Swangz Avenue all-stars. And then after two songs of local stuff, they turned to techno.
It was a schizophrenic deejaying system. I much prefer the person who does the rock mix on Wednesday nights.
We had plenty of time to listen to music, though, because the food took a while.
I was eating cake (shame on me) so it was up to my guest to go through the food and tell me what to tell you about what it was like.
The portion was large and the chips looked luscious and, even though they took their time getting there, they were brought with friendly service.
She thought the meat was a bit tough and could have used more salt. I, on the other hand, had no quibble with my coffee and marble cake.
Final recommendation? I shall definitely return for those large portions. I hope the meat will be to my liking when that happens.
Perhaps, though, it will be later in the evening, when the DJ has more swinging music on.
MOST of the people I know, being yuppies or aspiring to be yuppies, are more familiar with Barbecue Lounge at night. It is one of the most popular points of the swirling vortex of happening that is Centenary Park on a Friday Night. For the time being at least.
My guest wore a look of bemusement and wonderment on her face as she said, while we walked in, that for a person who was there just the weekend before, she felt that she was arriving for the first time.
We were not upstairs or outside in the courtyard where the weekend revelry takes place, we were over the wooden “ground floor†if you will.
At 3:00pm Barbecue Lounge was basically empty. There were two other tables occupied by parties surfing the net. They were luckier than I was because my computer once again, could not get work off the UTL hotspot on the premises.
We sat on the comfy chairs at a table near the wall and I noticed that the music that had been playing in the background was smooth jazz. For a wan moment I stopped to ponder at what music had come to. What would Charlie Parker think?
After a while, though, they changed to local music. Swangz Avenue all-stars. And then after two songs of local stuff, they turned to techno.
It was a schizophrenic deejaying system. I much prefer the person who does the rock mix on Wednesday nights.
We had plenty of time to listen to music, though, because the food took a while.
I was eating cake (shame on me) so it was up to my guest to go through the food and tell me what to tell you about what it was like.
The portion was large and the chips looked luscious and, even though they took their time getting there, they were brought with friendly service.
She thought the meat was a bit tough and could have used more salt. I, on the other hand, had no quibble with my coffee and marble cake.
Final recommendation? I shall definitely return for those large portions. I hope the meat will be to my liking when that happens.
Perhaps, though, it will be later in the evening, when the DJ has more swinging music on.