My first time ever eating Oxtail. So good. I’m so full. Gonna explode.
You have to hand it to these little hole in the wall ethnic spots hidden way up in da Bronx which serves authentic Caribbean, Indian, and Trinidadian eats. Sure, the hood it resides in might be a bit shady for some of those who are less adventurous to ascend all the way uptown out of their comfort zones, but for those who take the gamble the rewards are gastronomic pleasure.
A few of us decided to make a pilgrimage to Gun Hill Brewing company to check out their brews, which are terrific by the way, and then before heading home grab a bite to eat. Thanks to the handy dandy Yelp ap we found Feroza’s Restaurant Roti and took a chance on this little dingy nondescript place close to the subway. Walking in the decor is nothing to look at, and you wonder how hygienic the place really is. Yet, these are exactly the type of eateries where you can score the most delicious and authentic foods. The menu is small here, and only offer a handful of items, but they are the standards such as curry goat, roti, and oxtail. It’s not a destination spot but one where you grab your plate of deliciousness and head off to devour it somewhere else.
It’s a family run biz obviously, as the two women behind the counter are Feroza and her mom from what I have gathered. They don’t speak but a few words, and don’t really smile, but who cares when the food is made with love. After a few bites of my massive oxtail platter I knew we made a solid choice. There is actually some seating in a back room with a few tables and chairs which looks oddly like my great aunt’s and uncle’s old finished basement at their home in Brooklyn with the wooden paneling and mirrored walls. Too funny, but it offered us a spot to sit down and savor every bite of the oxtail and curried goat we ordered. The price was right as my huge plate of food plus a large cream soda was about $14, cash only. Oh, and the numerous fridges up front offered all kinds of drinks, beers, and sodas from their homeland most of which I had never even seen before.
So my first experience with oxtail was wonderful, full of flavor, and I really enjoyed it. Never thought that would happen. I ate every morsal on my plate. Sucked all the meat off every bone. Glad I finally popped my oxtail cherry up in da Bronx!
Sure, the place is a bit rundown and could use a coat of paint as it’s a relic and looks something out of the 70’s or 80’s, but sometimes you have to throw caution to the wind and go for it.
Fortune favors the bold, and rewards the taste buds.