I love a roast dinner as much as anyone - my blood-gravy level is off the charts at any given moment - but this week, I did Sunday the NYC way at Dirty Bones in Westgate, Oxford. After the excesses of the St. Catz ball on Saturday (there's a behind-the-scenes blog post about the entire night coming soon...) the messy, unashamed, get-it-all-over-your-face indulgence of a huge burger was just what the hangover ordered. And after a helping of garlicky skinny fries, crispy mac and cheese balls (with the dreamiest, stickiest chilli sauce), and cheesy truffle fries, I was rejuvenated enough to get back on the cocktails - the bourbon with a pickle juice chaser sounded a little beyond me at this point, as did the Dirty Mary, a brunch speciality with a rim of crushed sour cream Pringles, but The Fab (instagrammably pink, and surprisingly delicate to say it was gin, Cointreau, and Martini Rosso) was bang-on. You really shouldn't leave anywhere without a pud - and, still rather weary from walking home from Catz college at four o'clock that morning, I had two: a big cup of sticky toffee pudding, with a glass of butter rum sauce on the side, plus the peanut butter gelato cup, drowning in chocolate sauce and topped with crumbled cookies. Big enough to be indulgent in the true NYC style, small enough to really let the quality sing.
The verdict? I'll be back: there's a few more cocktails with my name on, and from the swish, squashy-chaired, artsy interior to the guest book filled with cheery notes from strangers and cartoon doodles, it's just a downright comfortable place to have a meal. Order yourself a Mac Daddy burger, a big enamel dish of fries, and just indulge - this isn't the place to be worried about carb overload.
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