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Awakening The Woke

Posted in Dining on August 9, 2018 by geniusscribbleink


“Armageddon had been in effect, go get a late pass. Step!”-Professor Griff

“The revolution will not be televised” according to poet, musician and author Gill Scott Heron.  And in many ways this statement could be viewed from several different advantage points. Perhaps Gill Scott Heron was making this claim due to a lack of news or media coverage, given that he wrote this homage to revolution in 1970 during a time in which we were less advanced from a technological perspective.  One could also gather that he was proclaiming that the revolution would not only occur, but that the revolution would in fact happen and we would simply be unaware that it had taken place. I found fascination when writing a blog on Charles Manson that I playfully entitled: Helter Skelter: The Charles Manson Mixtape On Racism. What I found to be even more fascinating is the fact that my ode to the maestro of mayhem could actually come to fruition and that the realization that his soundtrack to racism was indeed manifesting itself as a viable contender on Billboard’s Top 100 in this modern-day version of America. Charles Manson stated that “I am not of this generation” which at the time may have been an undeniable truth for him and his madness; but guess what?  He could certainly be a part of this current generation as his musical manifesto would make him a virtual savant Pied Piper for racial discourse in America today.  Yes, the doctrine of a mad man is now a temperament of what is believed to be civility in our current state of being.  News reels and social media postings has all but insured us that there is no turning back now, as the harmonic symphony that once spread the melodic notes of apathy, peace, unity and tolerance, is now a reckless arraignment of abandoned love, forgotten sympathy and a demonic plague of digital sound with a soulless ensemble. Without question we have awakened the “woke”, or in this case we have found that “they are who they say they are”. To be conscious is said to be “painfully aware of”. This is not some great depth of thinking nor does it culminate into one having some mental genius about oneself. In fact, the word “woke” is defined as being “past of wake”, which is basically saying we are “past being painfully aware of” our surroundings but yet we continue to press forward in spite of the obvious. Professor Griff poignantly stated that we were late getting to what had already arrived.  Gill Scott Heron stated that it would not be televised, which could mean it’s happening right under our very noses and yet we still cannot smell it. We are indeed orchestrating the destruction of humanity and what makes things worst is that we are knowingly doing so and refusing to stop.  How do we sound off an alarm clock that will awaken those who are conscious and not asleep?  How do we ask people to visualize what is continuously being televised; yet they sit and watch? The time is now, we can no longer afford a late pass. #step

Eye-Con vs Icon: The Year 2016

Posted in Dining on December 27, 2016 by geniusscribbleink



“Good friends we have had, oh good friends we’ve lost along the way”-Bob Marley


For the past several months I have turned into my alter ego superhero called Zero Dark Writer. I don’t know what special power attributes he has nor whether or not he drives a fancy car that has secret compartments and a machine gun turret, however I do know that he has a high awareness as to when it is time for him to remove himself from the grid in one single bound in order to allow the storms to settle while he gathers his thoughts and his hopeful voice of sound reasoning. During his hiatus he has learned that so much has changed yet so much has not changed, however what still holds true is the words of his good friend Bob Marley who stated: “Good friends we have had, oh good friends we’ve lost along the way”.  What was once thought to be buried in a shroud as a forgone conclusion that is racism/bigotry has proven to be a mere hoax for subscribers of Politically Correct Television. I stated some several blogs of the past that I only know of one America and it is the America that we see today. In fact I went as far as to say that America was immature and not fully developed as a nation, as we are still just some 50 years removed from racial injustice and inequality.  Were we hoodwinked and bamboozled, not quite, but what we were doing is living in a state of denial. I stated that America was in 8 years of sensitivity training during the Obama administration, but now we find ourselves right back from which we came. Yes we are in the time of the Eye-Con, where as we take the truth that is shown to us on media outlets and make it our source of intellect. We appear to be more comfortable being dictated to, as opposed to being that of a learned person these days.  I have concluded that the freethinker is becoming obsolete as we see more and more acts of degradation being committed against one another in honor of so-called candidates that would never bring themselves off of their pedestals long enough to simply dine with you.  What happens when the last freedom, which is in your mind, is no longer free? One of the most brilliant minds in the history of the world, Albert Einstein, stated: “Blind belief in authority is the greatest enemy of truth.” I had one friend of mine state that I was wasting my time when referring people to view an introspective documentary on the former heads of the CIA. Let that settle in for a second. He said I was wasting my time basically because people don’t want to hear/read about the truth no longer. Now mind you the people who were actually in the documentary speaking were the actual former Heads of the CIA. So it was not a fictitious account, it was their actual words and their actual perspective. But I had to thank my friend for slapping me back into reality. The reality that we are in a time of the Eye-Con, where people are not interested in the truth, they are just interested in being “right” instead of righteous no matter what information is available out there. This is why friends have been lost along the way and there is little to no hope that these fences will ever mend back together especially once a person is identified for beliefs that contradict the reflection you see in your mirror every morning. All of this for empty promises from an Eye-Con and less belief in the promise that is God’s mantra of not giving us a spirit of fear, but a spirit of love power and a sound mind. Too bad some of us allowed fear to kill off love as we seek power in order to make our minds feel sound. #lost along the way


I just wanted to take a moment to speak upon the secondary part of my title, the actual Icons, namely the musical ones. With the loss of Prince, George Michael, David Bowie and Phife Dawg, I have assessed that God indeed loves great music. Anyone who grew up loving music and is circa my age recognizes the cultural impact these men had upon our youth, providing us with an unforgettable sound that will forever ring throughout our eardrums. I am a bit bias with regards to my era of growing up simply because our music revolutionized not only music, but television as well with the MTV era. So here’s my ode to a mash-up of the true Icons #“I never meant to cause you any sorrow…. All I wanted (was) something special, something sacred in your eyes (so) If you say run, I’ll run with you, If you say hide, we’ll hide because my love for you (will) never let a statue tell me how nice I am”#2017

The Black Eye On The Black Athlete

Posted in Dining, News, Sports with tags , , , on May 4, 2015 by geniusscribbleink


Long before Simon Cowell introduced the term “American Idol” to the forefront of pop culture, we were very well aware of the concept of idolizing an individual for his or her given talents in a perspective field. Some talents are considered “God Given”, however until those talents are harvested, honed and polished, they truly are dormant attributes dwelling inside the solitude of your internal DNA. So in retrospect I solute those who are committed to their craft, who sacrifice and pay a tremendous toll in ordered to reap the benefits of the fame, notoriety and financial rewards. I often reference Proverbs 18:16 as I aspire to be a writer, for it states that: “A man’s gift maketh room for him and bringeth him before great men”. I believe this to be the absolute truth, as a man/woman’s gift or talent, can bring them to places that others may only dream of. It can catapult you into a different realm; an unfathomable dreamscape to the said individual, due to the countless hardships one faces on the journey towards the pinnacle of success. Duly noted is the fact that even if you are a savant, there is still a responsibility when trying achieve greatness. A responsibility to both your predecessors and your peers, whose sacrifices beforehand, helped to provide you with very the platform in which you stand upon. Regardless of any achievements, we are all standing on the shoulders of someone else’s prominence. This is why I subscribe to the philosophy that with great power comes great responsibility. Everyone has someone to answer to and acknowledge; a proverbial pecking order one encounters during their epic climb towards the echelon of their zenith. It is during this process that we are admired, critiqued, adored and to some degree; idolized. As it relates to the black athlete, there is an added criteria of also being a role model. In spite of what asinine theory Charles Barkley states, the fact remains that the African-American community still lacks the accoutrements for sustainable and applicable success. So to believe that we don’t require more positive role models is about as ridiculous as believing that the brain can survive without oxygen. The black male is absent inside the household, whether by death or by incarceration. This has spawned an undeniable crippling and rippling effect that is no longer on the table for debate because it is indeed factual. It’s either a Hip Hop artist or an athlete that garners both the admiration and the attention of African-American youth, due to the absenteeism of the black male as an everyday role model. It the athlete/musician who many emulate, simulate and replicate more so than that of the professionally educated. For this blog, I am concentrating on the black athlete; I will save the musicians for another soliloquy at a later date. Now before I go further, let me acknowledge that not all athletes are bad role models. Athletes like Serena Williams, Lebron James, Tim Duncan, and Russell Wilson; all who have kept a clean images for the most part, give the black youth a template for decorum, professionalism and being image conscious. But I would be fallacious if I did not mention the flip side and the reason for this blog entry. There are those who I refer to as the poisonous athlete. The people like Greg Hardy, Ray Rice and Floyd Mayweather Jr., who in my opinion belong on a terrorist watch list for the black community far more than that of any white supremacist for a multitude of reasons. Bravado; I get. Ego; I get. Arrogance; I get. Being brash and a bit cantankerous; I get also. These are common attributes that most great people have in their DNA makeup that makes them elite and usually puts them at the top of their professional field. What I don’t get is the brutal beating of women. What I also do not get is the amount of fans that blindly follow them and idolize them like the prodigal son. I respect Ray Rice for at least coming forth to accept responsibility for his actions; but the fact that a person like Floyd Mayweather Jr. has never come forth and been contrite or apologetic (mind you he’s considered a lethal weapon due to his training) yet hordes of black men and sadly enough, black women follow behind him like he’s a God is disgusting and deplorable. What am I missing? Am I so caught up in my own moral compass to the point that my direction is not on a GPS tracking system? To me it speaks volumes on how we so need more positive role models to the point of possibly suggesting a black version of The Purge on the African-American community in order to rid ourselves of not only the tainted idols, but those minions of followers who still remain clueless to a fault. For far too long we have adhered to the pathway of failure by self-inflicted injury; a malpractice of a botched surgery that has crippled the very legs we stand upon. No one expects perfection, but it is too much to ask for apathy, especially when the lifestyle that you are afforded is due to the public consumption of your said brand. A person with a full stomach does not need to be fed, but perhaps it is time we begin to starve those who benefit from the people, but continue to show that they are not about our people. #it’s time to make a change

Sundown Town: No Niggers Allowed

Posted in Dining on December 5, 2014 by geniusscribbleink


“We become like dead branches and last year’s leaves and what the hell good are we for ourselves and the world in a mental ghetto.” ― Chaim Potok

From slavery to disenfranchisement; from inequality to Civil Rights; the “surface” journey of the African-American in this country has been well documented, however the footnotes detailing our plight are often scribbled with faded ink atop brittle pieces of papyrus.  Many tend to conclude that the summary of our “plight” came in the form of a powerful dream diatribe delivered by a reverend from Atlanta Georgia in front of a famous monument.  There are others who tend to believe that our conclusion occurred during a presidential election some six years ago.  I do in fact recognize that we are indeed living in a better day with greater opportunity, as my mother who once was served thru the darkened back hole of a luncheonette in Virginia, can now eat wherever she pleases when we dine out together. Yes the winds of change have blown, yet the infectious storm of bias still continues to rage forward in America.  We awake in a time of social unrest and racial divide.  We also awake in a time where we find ourselves having to question the moral ethics of people, as we continue to sift thru the subliminal minefields of ignorance.  I usually pray for measured responses when inquiries about the behavior of the African-American culture emerge, however as I find myself scrolling down my Facebook feed, I continue to read what I deem as “tactical racists epitaphs” being spewed relentlessly. Adjectives such as “savage” and “animals” are being projectile vomited on countless feeds when any discussions regarding the upheaval in Ferguson Missouri is mentioned, which for all intent and purpose is just basic, subliminal camouflage for the word that they really want to use which is “nigger”.  So as I meditate on this primitive behavior, I find myself alarmingly disturbed, yet fascinated by the word “behavior”.  Behavior is defined as “a stereotyped, species-specific activity, as a courtship dance or startle reflex”.  So as we find ourselves on an epic cusp of defining what exactly is “justice” in America, we also find ourselves embedded in redefining the “humanitarian” as well. Now let me be clear in saying that I have never condoned violence, yet I will say in the same context that I have never condoned racism or bigotry either. In this great racial tapestry known as America, we tend to ignore the systemic results of “cause and effect”. We hear from the non-African-American: “Why do they have to behave that way?” and “Why don’t they try to change their situations for the better?”  In other words if I was to interpret those said phrases, one would have to conclude that the real rhetorical statement is:  “Why can’t they just behave like us. I mean they have rights now don’t they?”  Of course these are all valid questions, however you would think that the intelligent individual would take it a step further and ask the real pertinent question:  “What caused this type of behavior?”  What would pain a society to the point that they are willing to burn and destroy their existing habitat? What would turn “hope” into a non option, yet turn “destruction” into the only option.  Martin Luther King Jr stated that “A riot is the language of the unheard”, so I would guess that violence must be the method of the speechless.  If you are told that you are equal under the law, yet your experience has shown equality to be fallacious, then one would have to ask where do we go from here? Where do the non accepted go and what happens to their mental makeup when this type of out-casting occurs?  But most importantly me must ask, who rejected them in the first place and why?  People ask that these so-called persons or people not behave as “savages” and “animals”.  They request that they should adhere to becoming more civil minded, community oriented and law-abiding.  However as I stated beforehand I would like to concentrate on the word “behavior”. Part of “behavior’s” definition states “as a courtship dance or startle reflex”, which suggests that behavior is learned by your interaction with “someone or something” and how that “someone or something” reacts instinctively towards you may cause a counter reaction.  So in other words behavior could be both responsive and reflective due to interaction.  In recognizing the down trodden temperament of the minority impoverished communities and the vitriol being levied by the supposed more “civil obedient” non-minority communities, I began to research where the disconnect occurred. I wanted to get an understanding as to where the disheartening discourse and lack of humanitarian empathy began. Segregation was well documented, however segregation was also abolished 60 years ago in 1954. So what transpired in the “footnotes” that allowed such a broad, opposing, dynamic in polarity as it relates to the minority and non-minority communities?  In my research I ran across one contributing factor called “Sundown Towns”.  Sundown Towns or “Gray Towns” were a town, city, or neighborhood in the United States that was purposely made into all-white communities.  These communities would post signs to inform a person(s) color that they had to leave by sundown or risk being harassed, inflicted with violence or lynched.  It was the adopted town policy of many of these towns to place restrictive covenants discouraging who could purchase or rent property in these communities, insuring that harassment by the law enforcement would be initiated if those covenants were ever to be violated. It was an estimated 10,000 Sundown Towns throughout America, prompting the popular use of The Negro Motorist Green Book that was a traveling guide for African-Americans so that they could avoid areas where there was racial profiling by police officers and instances of African-Americans vanishing.  Levittown N.Y was a Sundown Town, so this was not just an adopted practice of southerners.  If you are a minority growing up in an urban community, you have probably been told “come home before the street lights come on”.  I am more than sure that this became an adopted philosophy and an urban tale that derived from the Sundown Town theory as well. So when questions are posed to me about the behavior within the minority community and their apparent “savagery” and “animalistic” tendencies, I say let’s first discuss “behavior” and the cause and effect associated with it.  Segregation was abolished 60 years ago, for most of us, that’s the age of one of our parents.  Let that sink in, but also, let us read the footnotes of history instead of the books with colorful pictures and glorified holidays attached to them.  I would be negligent if I did not mention that Sundown Towns excluded Mexicans, Native Americans, Japanese and Jewish people as well.  So when I am asked as a minority to explain behavior, I redirect that same inquiry to the majority as well.  You explain first, then I will explain mine. #each one teach one

Gaudete By Colleen McKinstrie

Posted in Dining on October 23, 2014 by geniusscribbleink


Genius Scribble Ink’s favorite author Colleen McKinstrie’s Gaudete is now available on Amazon for an amazing price of $0.99. Please purchase your copy today and read about her powerful and extraordinary journey of survival after being diagnosed with breast cancer. Colleen is a Long Island native and a graduate of my alma mater Riverhead High School; so let us please support one of our very own and assist her in sharing her story with the entire world. Please like her Gaudete author page on Facebook as well.

The NBA’s Top 57 Not 60

Posted in Dining on October 14, 2014 by geniusscribbleink


On a recent episode of NBA TV’s Open Court, there was a discussion surrounding a surreal event that occurred during the NBA’s 1997 All-Star Game, in which the NBA paid tribute to what was deemed as the “Top 50 Players” in the history of the league. As a huge fan of basketball, this was undoubtedly the Holy Grail (sorry Sean Carter) of all Holy Grails, as it was a living, breathing and walking basketball encyclopedia displayed right before our very eyes. The only time as fans that we have had the fortunate honor of seeing such a mosaic of basketball greatness, was during the 1992 Barcelona Olympics with the inception of the original Dream Team. To see the likes of Russell, Kareem and Wilt or Oscar Robertson, Magic Johnson and Michael Jordan, all gathered together during a ceremonial enshrinement, was pure, uncut nostalgia for any true basketball nerd. It will conjure up a clichéd epiphany that will cause you to state: “It can’t get much better than this, right?” Well whenever there is ceremonial honor, there is always room for an epic debate and unbridled controversy. It is the reason that asterisks were invented and blogs were created by evil geniuses who scribble ink to have their voices heard ( yes I did just shout out my own blog for ratings) in order to add disclaimers and retorts to what is not believed to be a unanimous belief. I, for one, did not believe Shaquille O’Neal belonged amongst the honorees, as he was still an unproven talent who had accomplished very in the NBA at that point. Of course I was not alone in questioning whether certain individuals belonged, as we all could speculate who should have been amongst the Top 50 but were never inducted. Names like Bob McAdoo, Dennis Johnson and my personal choice, Dominique Wilkins come to mind, due to their collective accomplishments and contributions to the NBA. So being as it may, the panel of Open Court forum decided to expand the Top 50 and turn it into a Top 60, electing to include those who were left off the original ceremony, as well as, the modern-day players who they believed could be considered a part of that legendary tapestry as well. In listening to their back and forth bantering that suggested including Chris Webber which to me bordered on blasphemy, I began to think long and hard in trying to conclude who would make up my next Top 10 nominees if I had to choose from both the past and present. Low and behold, as the title of my blog surmises, I could only come up with 7 additional players, with a virtual tie for final seventh spot. My list will follow this blog, however, I wanted to pose to the reader just who they would add to that illusive Top 50 players list?  I’m interested in hearing from you.  Here are my magnificent seven.

1. Dennis Rodman


5× NBA champion (1989–1990, 1996–1998)
2× NBA All-Star (1990, 1992)
2× All-NBA Third Team (1992, 1995)
2× NBA Defensive Player of the Year (1990–1991)
7× All-Defensive First Team (1989–1993, 1995–1996)
All-Defensive Second Team (1994)
7× NBA rebounding champion (1992–1998

2. Kobe Bryant


5× NBA champion (2000–2002, 2009–2010)
2× NBA Finals MVP (2009–2010)
NBA Most Valuable Player (2008)
16× NBA All-Star (1998, 2000–2014)
4× NBA All-Star Game MVP (2002, 2007, 2009, 2011)
11× All-NBA First Team (2002–2004, 2006–2013)
2× All-NBA Second Team (2000–2001)
2× All-NBA Third Team (1999, 2005)
9× NBA All-Defensive First Team (2000, 2003–2004, 2006–2011)
3× NBA All-Defensive Second Team (2001–2002, 2012)
NBA All-Rookie Second Team (1997)
NBA Slam Dunk Contest champion (1997)
2× NBA scoring champion (2006–2007)
Los Angeles Lakers all-time leading scorer

3. Tim Duncan


5× NBA champion (1999, 2003, 2005, 2007, 2014)
3× NBA Finals MVP (1999, 2003, 2005)
2× NBA Most Valuable Player (2002–2003)
14× NBA All-Star (1998, 2000–2011, 2013)
NBA All-Star Game MVP (2000)
10× All-NBA First Team (1998–2005, 2007, 2013)
3× All-NBA Second Team (2006, 2008–2009)
All-NBA Third Team (2010)
8× All-Defensive First Team (1999–2003, 2005, 2007–2008)
6× All-Defensive Second Team (1998, 2004, 2006, 2009–2010, 2013)
NBA Rookie of the Year (1998)
NBA All-Rookie First Team (1998)
NBA Shooting Stars champion (2008)
San Antonio Spurs all-time leading scorer

4. Dominique Wilkins


9× NBA All Star (1986–1994)
All-NBA First Team (1986)
4× All-NBA Second Team (1987–1988, 1991, 1993)
2× All-NBA Third Team (1989, 1994)
NBA All-Rookie Team (1983)
NBA scoring champion (1986)
2× NBA Slam Dunk Contest champion (1985, 1990)
2× NBA Shooting Stars champion (2013–2014)
Atlanta Hawks all-time leading scorer
No. 21 retired by Atlanta Hawks

5. Allen Iverson


NBA Most Valuable Player (2001)
11× NBA All-Star (2000–2010)
2× NBA All-Star Game MVP (2001, 2005)
3× All-NBA First Team (1999, 2001, 2005)
3× All-NBA Second Team (2000, 2002–2003)
All-NBA Third Team (2006)
NBA Rookie of the Year (1997)
NBA All-Rookie First Team (1997)
NBA Rookie Challenge MVP (1997)
4× NBA scoring champion (1999, 2001–2002, 2005)
3× NBA steals leader (2001–2003)
No. 3 retired by Philadelphia 76ers

6. Lebron James


2× NBA Champion (2012–2013)
2× NBA Finals MVP (2012–2013)
4× NBA Most Valuable Player (2009–2010, 2012–2013)
10× NBA All-Star (2005–2014)
2× NBA All-Star Game MVP (2006, 2008)
8× All-NBA First Team (2006, 2008–2014)
2× All-NBA Second Team (2005, 2007)
5× NBA All-Defensive First Team (2009–2013)
NBA All-Defensive Second Team (2014)
NBA Rookie of the Year (2004)
NBA All-Rookie First Team (2004)
NBA scoring champion (2008)
Cleveland Cavaliers all-time leading scorer

7. Dennis Johnson/Dwayne Wade

Dennis Johnson


3× NBA champion (1979, 1984, 1986)
Finals MVP (1979)
5× NBA All-Star (1979–1982, 1985)
All-NBA First Team (1981)
All-NBA Second Team (1980)
6× NBA All-Defensive First Team (1979–1983, 1987)
3× NBA All-Defensive Second Team (1984–1986)
No. 3 Retired by the Boston Celtics

Dwayne Wade


3× NBA champion (2006, 2012–2013)
NBA Finals MVP (2006)
10× NBA All-Star (2005–2014)
NBA All-Star Game MVP (2010)
2× All-NBA First Team (2009–2010)
3× All-NBA Second Team (2005–2006, 2011)
3× All-NBA Third Team (2007, 2012–2013)
3× All-Defensive Second Team (2005, 2009–2010)
NBA All-Rookie First Team (2004)
NBA scoring champion (2009)
2× NBA Skills Challenge champion (2006–2007)
Miami Heat all-time leading scorer

Restaurant Review: The Smoke Joint (Brooklyn)

Posted in Dining with tags , , , on June 20, 2014 by geniusscribbleink


As we are on the cusp of the 2014 Summer Solstice, the nostalgic signs of summer will begin to resonate within our many sensory points. We will begin to hear the all too familiar sounds of music being played in the streets; we will begin to hear the infectious laughter of children running and playing; and of course, we will begin to have our appetites stimulated by the unforgettable smell of BBQ with each gust of a passing wind. Yes, Will Smith said it best when he said “Summer, Summer, Summertime; Time To Sit-back And Unwind”. And if you are like me and live in a seasonal place like that of New York, you begin to realize that summer tends to fly by quicker than a Gypsy Cab trying to beat the clock. It is because of this precious time, that we have to be both cognizant and precise when making sound judgements on where we choose to spend these precious moments at. Well I’m here to give you a GPS coordinate that will, without question, not waste your time and will also satisfy and appease your palate. The address is 87 Elliott Place, Brooklyn N.Y.. The place in question? The Smoke Joint.

Now I’m extremely particular about BBQ food. In fact I am usually so disappointed in the places that I have gone to, to the point where I rarely select it as a cuisine of choice when contemplating dining out. However in this particular instance, my wife and I just so happened to be in the Brooklyn area and the real hunger games were beginning to take place inside our stomachs. We were searching on the internet for a nearby eatery and it just so happened that The Smoke Joint was in our then current proximity. The Smoke Joint was slightly on my radar of places I wanted to try, as I had seen a segment feature on the Food Network channel about the restaurant. Of course due to my apprehension about eating BBQ, I was dangling on the fence as to whether or not we should go. So I did what any smart husband would do and I deferred to my wife and asked her to decide for both us. As it turns out, not only did I marry her for her beauty, but clearly she is also an extremely intelligent woman as well. The food at The Smoke Joint was out-and-out exceptional.

There is nothing fancy about the decor, as it will kind of remind you of a juke-joint that just so happens to sell some tremendous BBQ food. You are greeted by the host and then casually instructed to find any seat that will accommodate your party size. With every step on top of the squeaky wooden floor planks, you will find yourself being mesmerized by the smell of delicious smoked meats. We perused over the menu and decided on our entrees. My wife chose the pulled pork platter and I chose the smoked pulled chicken platter. Our choice for sides were the smoked, meat-less collard greens and the macaroni and cheese. The turn around time in which you receive your food is damn near startling, as we received our plates within five minutes of ordering. Our waiter instructed us on the sauces that were on our table and from there we proceeded to dive right in. The results? Unbelievably savory. I am a collard greens connoisseur and these were by far the best I have ever eaten out. They are spicy, smokey and vinegary to the point that you will find it hard to believe that they are actually meat-less. The macaroni and cheese was spectacular as well and should never have to take a backseat to anyone else’s rendition. So we move on to the stars of the moment, the pulled pork and the smoked pulled chicken. My wife really enjoyed her pulled pork, but her only critique was that of a personal preference which is she prefers leaner cuts as opposed to any fatty parts of the meat. But her overall take was that it was absolutely tremendous. My smoked pulled chicken platter could do no wrong, as it was smokey, peppery and juicy. Once you squeeze one of the available sauces on-top for additional flavor, it adds tranquility to your mouth upon every delectable bite. The Smoke Joint is one of “Brooklyn’s Finest” and if BBQ is calling and you just so happen to be in Kings County, check this place out. It’s located not far from the newly constructed Barclays Center. Trust me when I say that disappointment is not a dish served on their menu. Bon Appetit!

Restaurant Review: Jamaican Bickle (Uniondale N.Y)

Posted in Dining with tags on April 1, 2014 by geniusscribbleink


“Feeling Irie!” is a Jamaican Patois expression, which loosely translates as one feeling “alright” or feeling powerfully appeased. This feeling of elation, I can say with strong conviction, is what any person who enjoys eating signature delicacies from the region widely known as “The Caribbean”, will resoundingly state when eating food from Jamaican Bickle located at 327 Oak Street, Uniondale N.Y.. I recently had some food catered by Jamaican Bickle for my wife’s 40th Birthday celebration and it was by far an instant hit at the party. I ordered a tray of Jerk Chicken and Curry Chicken, both which were plentiful to the point where we had to end up giving away a plethora of food out fear that we would never be able to finish it all by ourselves. The owner of Jamaican Bickle, Devon, has the perfect culinary touch when it comes to resonating that true, authentic island flavor. His take-out orders are pallet pleasing and abundant, all while being extremely affordable as well. I have made the 60 mile trek to Jamaican Bickle from my house several times now, which is a clear indication of just how great the food actually is. If you want to “Feel Irie” while indulging in Caribbean cuisine, head over to Jamaican Bickle (near Hofstra University). They do not serve up disappointments only outstanding food. Happy eating.

Restaurant Review: Mexican Grill 2000 (Patchogue)

Posted in Dining with tags , on December 2, 2013 by geniusscribbleink


The old adage states that “wherever I lay my hat is my home”, well I will reboot that phrase by saying “wherever my appetite finds a fork, I will eat there”. I embrace the culinary adventure no matter if it’s the quintessential high-end restaurant or the perpetual hole-in-the-wall establishment. To me, great food transcends the elements of elegance, as the true measure of a great recipe is simplistically summarized in the answering of two questions: 1) Were you satisfied? and 2) Would you eat there again? If the answer to both inquiries is yes, then decor should never be a deterrent. It is this food philosophy that has led me to some of the best Mexican food reasonable money can buy. The place: Mexican Grill 2000 located at 703 Route 112, Patchogue NY.

If you visit this place during the nighttime hours, you may have a hard time visually finding it, as it is nestled inside of a strip mall, wedged between a Chinese Take-Out joint and a Bagel place. A simple stencil on the front glass (Mexican) is a clear indicator of the type of cuisine they offer. As you enter the establishment it screams “take-out” as it has limited seating and a less than perfect sign that lists all the food they offer. The staff is quiet, yet friendly, as they patiently await your decision. We ordered a spicy chicken burrito and a taco assortment of chicken, beef and fish. We grabbed a seat and the guy who took our order met us at the table with fresh tortilla chips and homemade salsa. Both were extremely delectable and restaurant quality, it just so happened to be in disposable paper-ware. Soon after, our main entree arrived (also in disposable paper-ware) and we immediately decided to dig in with anticipation. The end result? This was some of the most amazing Mexican food that I have eaten to date and at an extremely affordable price. The place is continuously busy, which is a great indicator that the food must be good. So if you are like me and care more about your appetite than your ambiance, head over to Mexican Grill 2000. They don’t serve disappointment on their menu. #bon appetit

Restaurant Review: Besito (Huntington, NY)

Posted in Dining with tags , , on November 5, 2013 by geniusscribbleink


Fridays in my household are the designated “date night” in an effort to continue the romancing of the stone in our now 8 years of unbridled, marital bliss. It gives us time to reconnect as a couple and to discuss the important aspects of marriage like lawn care, appliances and the forever famous “you are not going to believe what I’m about to tell you”. Yes love is a multidimensional device that will continue to evolve into movie critiques and prolific pondering on how much tip the waiter/waitress deserves. In any or event, “date night” can sometimes turn into a “great night”, depending on your venue of choice. Thank goodness I married a woman who understands that the key to a man’s heart is not in the driver’s seat of a Ferrari seat, but in the deep confines of a chocolate lava cake. It was my wife’s choice of venue that would become the driving concept behind this particular blog in question. The place: Besito; located at 402 New York Avenue, Huntington NY.

Besito, translated from Spanish to English (see Google Translate) means kiss. I am more than sure that after delving into this fine cuisine, you will want to place a nice wet one on the facial cheek of the head chef. The minute you pass through the threshold of the entranceway, the festive ambiance and radiant atmosphere greets you kindly at the front door. It’s low lighting is seductive and embraces the ranging spectrums of its brown toned decor. The seating is a bit crowded, but you manage to find your intimacy with your dining partner(s). A very friendly and attentive wait staff, that requires no prodding, is quickly relegated to your table to provide for your every need. Now to the the creme de la creme; the food. Your meal will come with complimentary house made tortilla chips and fresh house salsa; both which are extremely pallet pleasing. We started off with an appetizer of fish (Mahi-Mahi) tacos, which was spicy and delicious. Both of our main courses were the Budin de Mariscos, which was a tortilla pie of shrimp and jumbo lump crab, spiced tomato salsa, queso Chihuahua over a poblano cream sauce. I won’t even try to find the words to explain just how delectable this Mexican delight is, because there are none. It is a remarkable dish you must experience up front and personal with your fork. And what is a complete dinner without dessert? I will warn you to walk away if you are a caloric counter, but if you are one of those “I’m starting my diet on Monday” people; then throw cautions ass to the wind and try the chocolate cake with fresh berries (not featured on menu but is a part of their dessert ensemble). Trust me, they will need to call the National Guard in order to stop you from finishing it off. Besito is by far, one of the better dining experiences I’ve had and I highly recommend this restaurant for both great Mexican cuisine and a fine dining experience. #bon appetite