When's the last time you had a sloppy joe? High school? Middle school? The fourth grade? In the early 1980s my buddy Tod and I would splurge on a can of Manwich and a pound of ground beef every now and then when we were feeling flush (after the required amount of beer had been secured, of course), but otherwise... yeah, I can't even really remember my last joe.
At least, I couldn't before what could very well be the only restaurant in the United States wholly dedicated to sloppy joes opened in Bed-Stuy; before I wolfed down three variations of the classic sandwich while a freak thunderstorm raged outside; and before I remembered that sloppy joes are pretty good, even when I'm not drunk. They're definitely a nice change from the usual smash.
A warm welcome, then, to Farley's Sloppy Joes.

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