Birthday Tradition


Anything done two years in a row is a tradition in my book. It seems “Dinosaur Barbecue” is the latest addition when it comes to birthday celebrations. Last year, we took Zuki to the Museum of Natural History followed by ribs with actual meat on them. But considering we’d been to the museum twice this summer alone, we opted for a different activity – a carousel ride. Yes, I saw the potential hazard of loading boys full of barbecue onto a spinning ride but I buffered it with a two mile walk.

Genius of me, huh?

Disclaimer: Until I get the hang of how WordPress loads pictures, I’m not sure how this post is going to look.

We started with lunch even though I knew we’d be heavily weighed down with food – and farts. We discovered the “Kids Menu” at Dinosaur Barbecue is perfect for peckish eaters – between that and the brisket we ordered, we finished it off pretty neatly.

We probably wouldn’t have had to take home the Mac n’ Cheese if my husband and I didn’t split the additional Hickory smoked bacon, lettuce and fried green tomato sandwich. Thank God, for makin’ bacon. That’s all I gots to say about that.

And the beer. Can I tell you – if my home brew hadn’t exploded – this is what I’d be aiming for. Lagunita’s Little Sumpin’ Sumpin. It was so good, I would swim in it. Of course, I’d drown because it’s like 7.50 ABV – but if I had to drown in anything, better that than shit, right? Plus if you order a pitcher, they give you…kid sized pint glasses. Not that we would ever share the goodness with our kids. They just got to pose with it.

Moving on to the carousel. We took a long hike along the Hudson River to the “Totally Kid Carousel” in Harlem. The “horses” and animals of the carousel were designed by children! It’s the sweetest, wackiest, most imaginative carousel that even Tim Burton couldn’t have come up with. The ride is only a buck and the music is not your standard “insane-clown-carousel” music – this is Harlem, man.

From the carousel, we made our way back down to the “Harlem Tavern,” for dessert. I don’t know why, but I feel like the name is an oxymoron. It’s like saying the “Buckingham Crib”…yo. But if any hood knows how to make a lively beer garden, it gotsa be Harlem.

Real vanilla bean ice cream.

What’s the verdict?

Now, we’re not exactly “Run Streak, Kim” but we managed to walk from the restaurant at 125th street along the Hudson River walk to 155th street, looped back towards the carousel at 145th street and ended at the tavern on 116th street. Approximately 2.3 miles if we walked straight through but of course, there was plenty of monkey business. The last ten blocks, the boys needed musical encouragement from my iPhone on speakers. I pumped up C&C Music Factory’s “Everybody Dance Now” because I didn’t think “Eye Of The Tiger” would go over well with fellow pedestrians along Malcolm X Boulevard.

The grand finale was the Lego store in Rockefeller Center. I caught a cat nap on the benches while my husband dealt with the insanity of the store.

Tourists can be tiring, but not as much as newly turned eight-year old boys, apparently.


Author: Namzola_Goodness

A Japanese-American who grew up in the streets of New York during the racially volatile 70's, Nami blogs with guts, heart and humor. Dysfunctional parenting, cynical citizenship of beer to wash it all down.

18 thoughts on “Birthday Tradition”

  1. And I actually posted our birthday tradition and er mishaps too before I got here. Talk about on the same wavelengths. Or the same birthday month! 😉

    Happy 8th birthday Zuki!! 🙂

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