Root & Bone. Said out of context could be a bit embarrassing. “I’m going to root and bone…..” It’s a bit like the wombat joke. If you’re not an Aussie and reading this, you probably have no idea what I am going on about. Google it.
Root & Bone was firmly at the top of my “must do” list when I was in New York last. And just to make sure we are all firmly planted on the same page, Root & Bone is a restaurant not a sexually good time.
Mr Internet told me they do pretty tasty fried chicken, but that wasn’t my main reason. Oh yes my fried chicken loving friends, there was a bigger draw card to Root & Bone than that or me.