Hell’s belles

Hellbender (Ridgewood)

RESTAURANTS • First Person

I took my 16-year-old son with me to a Sunday evening dinner at Hellbender. He had just come from a session at the batting cages and was dressed casually. I hoped that having a tall, athletic teenager as an accessory might make up for my own resolutely casual baseball mom look while going to a bar in the depths of Queens’ night…