Looking at Frank Turnitza, the clean-shaven,
      balding owner of Bar BQ in Sunset Park, it’s easy to imagine
      him wearing a suit and holding a brief case, a look he sported
      in his first career, as a Wall Street broker. But as he turns
      to speak to the bartender, I notice a skinny braid in his hair
      that reaches his belt. 
      That braid is an appropriate metaphor for Bar BQ. Walking into
      the front room, I assumed I’d wandered into a neighborhood bar.
      All the elements were there: a few faux wood tables and a mirror
      with corners holding photos and postcards behind a big wood bar.
      As far as decoration went, there was an air conditioning unit
      in the center of the dining room wall. The aroma of the place,
      though, was far more enticing than the cloud of nicotine that
      once hovered beneath the ceilings of the city’s bars. Here, hickory
      smoke wafted from Bar BQ’s small backroom kitchen, and, oh, what
      a fragrance.
      Turnitza, who opened Bar BQ in March after a brief stint selling
      barbecue from a minivan in the city street fair circuit, uses
      a secret dry rub recipe – he’ll only say that salt, pepper, cayenne
      and paprika are in the mix – then slowly smokes the meat over
      hickory wood.
      "I suppose it’s Texas-style, but I think of it as Brooklyn
      barbecue," he said. That long sit in the hot smoke makes
      for amazingly moist, fall-off-the-bone meat; even lean cuts like
      brisket emerge from the smoker tasting as if they’re studded
      with fat. 
      If you need sauce to feel like you’re eating barbecue, you’ll
      be accommodated with several store-bought varieties with names
      like "Kickin’ Ass" and "Cowboy Hell" and
      two house-made styles. The tangiest of those two is the "East
      Carolina," which has cider vinegar and dried red pepper
      flakes; the "Sweet ’n Spicy," a mix of ketchup, Coca-Cola,
      cider vinegar and paprika, is sweeter. Both are heady blends
      that add a lot of zest to the food.
      If you want to turn your pulled pork into a sandwich, well, this
      ain’t the place for focaccia, folks. You’ll have to do it the
      way it’s done in any respectable Texas "Q" pit – between
      two slices of Wonder Bread.
      And, if you want a knife and fork to cut into that sandwich,
      the cutlery, a fancy word in this setting, is plastic and comes
      in a little cellophane bag. There are no plates either. The good-humored
      waitresses – festooned with tattoos, black eye liner and go-go
      boots – pile red-checkered paper boats full of grub on a cafeteria
      tray and plunk it down. (In some Texas roadhouses, a sheet of
      butcher paper is spread on the table and the meat is piled on
      that, so the paper boats are actually classy.) But what do forks,
      knives and plates have to do with barbecue anyway? This is the
      kind of food for which you roll up your sleeves and get down-and-dirty.
      To many people, barbecue means ribs, and while Bar BQ’s version
      is tender and infused with wood smoke, they’re not the best item
      on the menu. That honor is awarded to the brisket, with the pulled
      pork running a close second. The beef comes in a hefty pile of
      thin slices. It’s supremely moist. To put sauce on anything this
      sensuous, this intoxicatingly smoky, would be a travesty. Take
      one bite and you’ll eat the entire pile of it without lifting
      your eyes from the table. 
      I loved the way the hickory smoke made the shreds of moist pork
      taste even sweeter, and while the meat doesn’t need a thing,
      I liked adding heat to the fire with a splash of the vinegar
      sauce.
      There are two kinds of beef sausage on the menu: smoked, but
      not terribly spicy, and another, flavored with hot red pepper,
      that has a subtle kick. Both are plump, fatty and more like hot
      dogs than sausages in texture. To me, a hot dog off the grill
      – or in this case, from the smoker – is a delicacy I wait for
      all winter, so I loved them. They pair beautifully with the kitchen’s
      ketchup-y Bar BQ beans, one of four traditional sides that no
      down-home meal should be without.
      The other three sides are just as well made. There’s a hand-cut,
      red cabbage cole slaw with a dressing that is creamy but not
      too heavy; cheddary mac & cheese laced with cayenne pepper
      that was too dry on one visit and perfectly gooey on the next;
      and a surprisingly sophisticated potato salad made with red potatoes
      and white beans tossed in a light, parsley-laced vinaigrette
      that made a sprightly partner to the lush smoked chicken.
      And what a chicken that is. Hickory smoke permeates the bird,
      causing the skin and bones to slip away from the meat without
      a single poke from the fork. You’re left with a pile of luscious,
      smoky meat. After three bites, I began eating slowly. I didn’t
      want the last bite to arrive too quickly.
      After a meal of barbecue, you need a dessert that isn’t dainty.
      Babycakes, another business run out of Bar BQ’s kitchen, supplies
      a chocolate layer cake that makes an outstanding finale to the
      meal. This is the kind of coal-colored beauty moms baked for
      their children’s birthdays. The two thick tiers are moist and
      intensely chocolaty without being overly sweet; the icing is
      pure silk. It needs just one thing – a large, ice-cold glass
      of milk – to reach perfection.
      Steve’s (a Red Hook purveyor of great desserts) Key Lime Pie
      is also on the menu. The pie’s refreshingly tart custard filling
      makes it a more appropriate ending to a heavy meal of barbecue.
      But I’d go for the chocolate cake; it’s just too good to ignore.
      If leaving seems like a dismal idea, wander up to the vintage,
      oval-shaped bar and have a bourbon. There are about 25 varieties
      from the rawest shot you can stand to bottles that pour pure
      velvet. That lineup of booze is a bit like Bar BQ. You enter
      thinking your hitting a dive bar where you’ll have a quick drink
      and leave, and walk out with blues tunes running through your
      head, the memory of a funny conversation you had with the waitress,
      and the realization that you’re now a disciple of all things
      smoked.
Bar BQ (689 Sixth Ave. at 20th Street
      in Sunset Park) accepts American Express, Diners Club, Discover,
      MasterCard and Visa. Entrees: $7.50 to $20; $40 for seven meats
      and four sides that feed four. The restaurant serves dinner Monday
      through Friday, and lunch and dinner on weekends, from noon to
      11 pm. For more information call (718) 499-4872.
    
  



 
			












 








