Mary, why ya buggin? With this post, we finally make good on the first element of our nj promise – rockin’. Unfortunately, a wardrobe malfunction means there are no audio recordings of the event, but there are certainly pictures aplenty…you’ll have to be in the Inner Circle to see those, unfortunately.
As you can probably tell from the name, Mary’s is a biker bar. There are always a fair few bikes out front and bikers inside. Mary herself is thoroughly biker, and runs the place with a semi-benevolent iron fist in a velvet glove. You can see in the picture what kinda place it is. They have beer. They have whiskey. They have a branded Jaegermeister shot dispenser. And they have an extensive menu of greasy, salty, f-in delicious bar food.
The lighting isn’t great, OK? It’s a bar. Fortunately the camera is quality, and Picassa’s I Feel Lucky function is skilled at fixing a crappy picture. Based on 30 seconds of use, it’s my new favorite. On to the food.
I gravitated toward a Fat Boys. No human beat boxing here, just a pile of thinly-sliced roast pork topped with provolone and dipped in pork jus. So salty. So meaty. So delicious. The bun was pretty well soaked through, but that spongy texture only blends better with the pork. Ooooohhhhh…
Half-eaten BLT.
And some other kinda equally half-eaten bacon sandwich. Both deliciously porky looking, doncha think?
Mary’s has plenty of other standard options to keep you happy, like jalapeno poppers (oooohhh) but the sandwich was more than enough for me.