roberta's

CD: Bushwick may be a trendy neighborhood in Brooklyn, but I still consider any business that opens up there a modern-day frontier outpost. Maybe it’s the piles of firewood that greet you when you walk into Roberta’s or the saloon-like feel of the bar or the fact that all the men have beards—but it feels pretty much like the Wild West. Of course there’s the simplicity of the food to take into consideration—wood-fired pizzas, grilled skirt steak, roasted marrow bones—all of which makes this place the sort of joint I’d want to come upon after a long ride on the urban range.