Dinosaur Bar-B-Que: An American Roadhouse [A Cookbook] - Hardcover

Stage, John; Radke, Nancy

 
9781580082655: Dinosaur Bar-B-Que: An American Roadhouse [A Cookbook]
Hardcover
ISBN 10: 1580082653 ISBN 13: 9781580082655
Verlag: Ten Speed Press, 2001

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Enjoy the Dino vibe at home with more than 100 flavor-packed recipes from Dinosaur Bar-B-Que, the perennially popular, Syracuse-based honky-tonk rib joint.

“What a humorous and informative book! A true American roadhouse classic.”—Paul Kirk, Kansas City Baron of Barbecue

Where can you show up for world-class barbecue, stick around for the blues, and shut the place down waxing poetic with some pretty colorful characters? At the Dinosaur Bar-B-Que, of course, the Syracuse-based honky-tonk rib joint known far and wide by bikers, blues musicians, and barbecue aficionados. This first-ever barbecue restaurant cookbook features more than 100 flavor-packed recipes, from starters through desserts, guaranteed to get your motor running.

Join the Spiceman, John Stage, and his co author, Nancy Radke, on a journey into the world of low and slow barbecue and fast and furious grillin’. In Dinosaur Bar-B-Que: An American Roadhouse, you’ll learn the secrets to the Dinosaur’s succulent pit-smoked specialties—like Dinosaur Bar-B-Que Ribs and Home-Style Pulled Pork—in recipes you can cook up in your own backyard. John also shows you how to take traditional BBQ sauce and rev it up to create tempting dishes you can make in a flash:

• Honky-Tonk Pot Roast
• Black & Blue Pan-Seared Beef Tenderloins
• Drunken Spicy Shameless Shrimp with Brazen Cocktail Sauce
• Grill-Smoked Salmon with ChileLime Booster Sauce
• Pan-Fried Pork Medallions with Creole Honey-Mustard Sauce
• Oven-Roasted Mojito Chicken

John even reveals the secret recipes for his famous homemade sides, desserts, and Honey Hush Cornbread. So . . .

Grab that way-too-clean apron off its hook and get ready to flip, slop, slather, and slide your way to barbecue heaven. After all, it ain’t barbecue ’til you get some on you!

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John Stage is a co-owner of the Dinosaur Bar-B-Que in New York City, Syracuse, and Rochester, New York. He got into the barbecue business in 1983 when he and his partner, Mike Rotella, sawed a 55-gallon drum in half and took to the road slinging barbecue at biker swap meets, fairs, and festivals. His travels armed him with lots of information and inspiration that he put into action when he opened the Dinosaur Bar-B-Que, a genuine honky-tonk blues and rib joint. The menu reflects John’s own unique barbecue style, which combines traditional pit smoking with distinctive BBQ sauces. This book, John’s first, is the result of years of passiondriven creative cooking, an abiding love of the blues, and a staff and clientele who live for barbecue.

Nancy Radke, CCP (certified culinary professional), is a marketer of Italian food products and a food stylist. She is also the Director of the U.S. Information Office for Parmigiano-Reggiano® cheese. Nancy has lived and traveled extensively in Italy, conducted culinary classes, run a cooking school, and for nine years published an Italian food newsletter. She has also contributed to the Ten Speed Press line of culinary posters.

Designer Holly Boice Scherzi brings her love of type, color, and imagery to the conceptual direction and production of corporate identity programs, packaging, in-store promotional materials, brochures, and catalogs. Her design firm is located in Syracuse, New York, where she produces award-winning work for local, national, and international clients.

James Scherzi, a commercial advertising photographer, produces awardwinning work for domestic and international clients. His images reflect his passion for light and composition. Jim’s work appears in many publications including Architectural Digest, Bon Appétit, Gourmet, Metropolitan Home, Rolling Stone, and The New York Times Magazine.

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INTRODUCTION

The Dino Story: Bikers, Blues, and Barbecues

History has a funny way of writing itself-of taking on a life of its own. So when folks ask me how we came up with the idea to start a honky-tonk blues barbecue joint in Syracuse, New York and name it Dinosaur Bar-B-Que, all I can say is "evolution."

We hatched the idea for the Dinosaur Bar-B-Que in 1983 at the Harley Rendezvous, a massive motorcycle gathering near Albany, New York. They had plenty of everything there except good food. Hanging with my buddies, Dino and Mike, and being the hungry men we always were and the good cooks we fancied ourselves to be, we found the pickin's slim. A few cases of beer later, some rotgut grub in our bellies, and absolutely nothing to lose, we decided to get into the business of feeding bikers. Hell, we were at these gigs anyway, might as well make a few sheckles.

When we sobered up the next day, it still seemed like a good idea to us. We were good cooks, we loved to eat, and most importantly, we believed that bikers deserved a decent plate of food! All fired up, we decided we were going to hit all the biker gigs up and down the East Coast. Throwing in the swap meets, tattoo shows, and club functions, we were sure we had a recipe for success. So who cared if we never had any food service experience? Armed with this battle plan, we needed a name. It did not take long to come up with Dinosaur Productions. After all, Dino was a partner and a big SOB to boot. That seemed to fit. Then there was a Hank Williams Jr. country song called "Dinosaur" about a guy who revisited his favorite honky-tonk only to find, much to his chagrin, that they had turned it into a disco. We could definitely relate. And it was the '80s and we were all riding some prehistoric bikes-mine was a '57 Panhead, Dino's was a '55 Flathead, and Mike's was a '67 Triumph. That did it. Calling our new venture Dinosaur Productions just made sense.

We thought we were on the right track. We had a name, we had a plan, but there was a hitch. We had about $1.98 between the three of us. No bank back then was going to invest in this motley crew, so we did what we had to. We improvised. Once we got done sawing a 55-gallon drum in half and borrowing some used restaurant equipment, we were in business. Our first gig was a local swap meet.

We had a simple three-sandwich menu. I manned the flattop and kept the coils of Italian sausage sizzling next to glistening heaps of sliced onions and fresh red and green peppers. Mike and Dino alternated on the charbroiler, where they flipped burgers and grilled Delmonico rib eye steaks (always hand cut). We were picky bastards even back then, making quality our first priority right from the start.

The first step in our business evolution came the next year when in 1984 we changed our name to Dinosaur Concessions. We were living the true gypsy life on the road, traveling from town to town and always looking for the next big gig. Our circuit expanded to include some non-biker functions like state fairs and regional festivals. They weren't as much fun as the biker bashes, but they kept us rolling along. Every show turned out to be a crapshoot. We'd score big on one and lose our ass on the next two. Like the time we ordered 2,000 pounds of chicken for a concert where 10,000 people were expected. Things didn't go as planned, and we were lucky if we sold fifty pounds. Needless to say, we ate a lot of freakin' chicken that winter. We even used chicken as currency to pay off our less-than-thrilled employees and creditors, who suffered through that fiasco with us.

Big changes came in 1985. Dino retired and moved to Arizona to take care of some family business. Meanwhile, Mike and I were working on a secret weapon-our own homemade BBQ sauce to slather on our popular sandwiches. We were so excited by this that it prompted another name change. Dinosaur Bar-B-Que said it all.

Time went on, and the road seemed to get longer and longer. We were still diggin' it: riding our bikes to places we'd never been, and getting off on the thrill of the unknown. We had some wild times-to say more would be unfit to print in a nice family cookbook like this. Things were good, but during our midnight rides, our conversations kept turning toward owning our own joint. Our fast and loose carney-life was getting more and more regulated. We started thinking that if we had to live by the rules, we'd rather deal with one set versus all the variables we found in every town, county, and state we happened to be serving food in.

By the time 1987 rolled around, we were getting pretty burned out. Life on the road was definitely feeling more like a grind than the adventure it once had been. For the first time in our lives settlin' down sounded appealing. We found the perfect place in the old N & H Tavern in downtown Syracuse, New York. The N & H was a legendary "shot and a beer joint" that served good home cooking and was located under the local motorcycle shop. It was beautiful.

We had to stay on the road, though, in order to fund the remodeling of the restaurant. So we hung in there, a much easier task now that we had our goal in sight. But as fate would have it, something happened that changed our course one more time. We were in Hagerstown, Maryland, when some old southern guy came up and asked us why we called ourselves a Bar-B-Que. Sure, he had enjoyed his Delmonico sandwich with our special BBQ sauce on it, but he said that it wasn't real barbecue. Real barbecue was about slow fires, open and closed pits, and hickory wood. The more this good ol' boy went on, the more intrigued I became.

It hit me that Mike and I were just two guys of Italian descent from Central New York. What the hell did we know about real southern barbecue? That was about to change.

Determined to unlock the mysteries of the kind of barbecue that old coot planted in my head, I got on my bike and headed south. Back then, the books on the subject were few and far between, so I figured first-hand experience would be my best teacher. I ate myself silly with barbecue, starting in Virginia and then riding on down to North Carolina, Tennessee, and Mississippi. At each stop I'd ask the locals where to get the best barbecue in town. I remember being blown away by the taste of smoke-infused meat. Little by little I asked questions and worked hard to pick up the southern barbecue vibe. It was kind of like penetrating a secret society. My final destination was Memphis. For me it was the Shangri-la of barbecue. By the time I headed back north, I knew what had to be done. True blue barbecue had become my passion. We had to get into slow-smokin' meat in a hickory-wood-fired pit.

Success is an elusive thing. When we finally opened the doors to the Dinosaur Bar-B-Que in the fall of 1988, we were expecting the same slam-bang action of the road. But the reality of our new venture was just the opposite. Being the action junkies we were, the slowness of the place took the wind out of our sails. No action, no paychecks-what the hell was going on? To say times were lean would be an understatement. It was a good thing we were in the restaurant business or we would've starved to death. Looking back, if we hadn't been so hardheaded, we would have closed our doors on a few occasions. But there always seemed to be a glimmer of hope, so we stuck it out.

By 1990 we started turning things around. After the 1,000th person asked for beer with their barbecue, something clicked, and we decided to take another chance by expanding the joint and adding a bar. Of course, this was easier said than done.

To fund this new caper, we brought on old friends Nancy and Larry Luckwaldt as partners and embarked on the next evolutionary phase of the Dinosaur Bar-B-Que. Opening the bar turned us from a grab-and-go joint to a full-service restaurant overnight....

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Ten Speed Press
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2001
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