Wookiee Hut Cuisine presents:
354 Metropolitan Ave Brooklyn, NY 11211
Review by MaceVindaloo, SuSu, GornPod, Joshikins
As the name implies (sound it out, in German), Fette Sau is largely about the pig along with some cow (though maybe not Boba Fett bounty hunter pig). Not sure if the name of the place refers to the wares for sale, or the behavior/appearance of the clientele. I know when I am there I want to pig out on everything they have ... Especially the pork belly. I nearly passed out the first time I ate the pork belly. Not to say that the other meats they have are not good: thevsausage is great, as are the ribs and brisket. But the unctuous smoked pork belly just did something magical to me.
The space itself is interesting, too. From the street, it doesn't look like much, and essentially it is a converted garage, but they use the blockhouse-style space very well. It gives the restaurant a very earthy, down home feel that BBQ joints really should have in order to be taken seriously.
It's very practical and the tables include rolls of paper towels to mop off your digits and chins, instead of relatively daintly napkin dispensers. It's also quite funky, in that urban way. And it's very, very hip, meaning if you come for dinner on any night, you will have to jostle people wearing black and trying to stay slender. If you are a true aficionado of 'que and sport a "hot 'que body," it might upset you.
They have great beer, including local microbrews, and the tap pulls for the beers on tap are made from old kitchen knives. The walls are covered with drawings of cuts of meat, which are really lovely. We wish they'd sell posters, like the old color lithographs that used to be found in butcher shops.
They serve draft beer in flagons, rather than in pitchers, and your choice of drink whether hard or soft is sipped out of a Mason jar. And the food is served on grease-paper lined half-sheet pans. Enjoy jockying with your crew for the delicious sausage and pork belly.
The baked beans are particularly noteworthy they contain molasses (for a New England taste) and add plenty of burnt ends (the dried tips of brisket) and whatever other debris from the meat, we think. They were very good and very different. They make a great sandwich on the squishy white potato rolls they give you with every order the perfect bread for such cuisine.
We don't know what their desserts are like, though the individual key lime pie looked wonderful. I might have that as pressert next time (pre-dessert) to make sure I taste it before I am too full to think straight and am suffering from meat sweats.
Everything else you care to pile on your halfsheet pan is great, too. You go up to the counter and buy the meat by the pound, then bus it yourself to a wooden picnic table. We sat by a television which broadcast an image of swaying palms on a deserted South Seas beach and undersea Caribbean fish life. In the winter, they place an image of a crackling fire.
There is something very real about this place, despite it's kitschy fakeness. Maybe because the fakeness is honest?
Well, I will forgive them anything, just for their pork belly. Mmm ... Go for lunch when the hipsters are still sleeping off their all-night posing and hanging out ardors.
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