The Potato salad at Redbones was refreshingly unlike the Deli vat styles I have encountered in the past and had bits of onion, hardboiled eggs, and large, white, firm potatoes. I was fortunate to face the kitchen and watch the chef's, fetchingly attired with navy blue bandana's, slice, braise, chop and fry with abandon. One red haired chef moved with dazzling speed grasping dual cleavers as he chopped the hell out of something. Precocious Palate sat happily entranced watching the cleavers and secretly hoped that it was my pulled pork. Here in Somerville was an American version of Benehana.
Redbones is relaxed and friendly.
The chefs' desire to create belly-slapping dishes is evident. The transformation of humble ingredients to mouth watering edibles takes Soul. Gather your friends and go hungry to Redbones and watch as the Barbecue Saints make a miracle. Go two blocks, look for Dunkin Donuts on the right, take right on Chester Street. Valet service for bicycles is available.