Category Archives: BBQ

Fette Sau

Williamsburg, Brooklyn has started to assume the role of being the best place to grab a bite in New York. For some reason, even though I knew about all the deliciously wonderful food, I never found myself east of the East River all too often. After a recent visit to Fette Sau, Billysburg may start to become my new favorite eating locale. How can you not love a place¬† named “fat pig” in French (edit: it’s German)?When you enter the dining area, you’re completely overwhelmed with the sense that you’re no longer in New York and that you’re simply within a dream. If I planted an Inception in your mind that this entire eating experience took place in Kansas, would you accept that reality? This is my ideal wallpaper, covered with labeled butchered meats. How awesome would it be, if it was like Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, and you could lick and taste the meat. Drool.Fette Sau is equipped with a rotating menu, so basically the meat that you can order for the night is based on luck. But trust me when I say, everything is marvelous. To order, you approach a tiny counter with a man taking orders on how many pounds of which meat you would like to have, butcher style. He weighs out your meat, throws it on a sheet pan, and you’re on your way.I’m terribly sorry for the horrific pictures. As many of you know, I’m an over-passionate food fanatic. And when I literally laid eyes upon the cornucopia of deliciousness, my mind had gone into a frenzy. The spread contains from top to bottom clockwise, Burnt Ends Baked Beans, Hand Pulled Berkshire Shoulder, Spicy Berkshire Sausage, Berkshire Pork Belly (Bacon), Berkshire St Louis Style Pork Ribs, Dante’s German Potato Salad, and Boneless Beef Ribs. They’re served with a mountain of dinner rolls and bottles and bottles of BBQ sauce. The epitome of food coma or the “itis.” This picture may send Bourdain into cardiac arrest. Every single piece of meat was seasoned and cooked to perfection. There wasn’t a single bite nor a single second that I wasn’t entranced in utter euphoria. I was in BBQ heaven.The Pork Belly is peeping out to say hi. So tender, so unctuous, so flavorful. The pork sausages were some of the best I’ve had, with the harmonious snap of their casing contained in every bite. The spicy heat that its packed with slowly creeps up on you and leaves you wanting more. I call it the “Flamin Hot Cheetos Phenomena.” Where if something is both equally spicy and delicious, you can’t help but continue eating to combat the heat. If you asked me what my favorite meat of the day was, I would probably have gone with the Boneless Beef Ribs. Now usually, I’m not a huge fan of beef ribs. But these badasses were succulent, juicy, and laced with flavor. Oh, by the way, did I ever mention that you can order beer by the gallon here? Bravo, bravo. Standing ovation.

Fette Sau Scores:
Food: 9/10 – I think it’s because I’m a sucker for BBQ.

Restaurant Environment: 8/10 – I love the outdoor seating, and the backyard BBQ feel. The mosquitoes buzzing around the obnoxiously drunk individuals added to the flair.

Service: 7.5/10 – Even though it’s cafeteria style and you find open seating. The people working behind the counter were genuine and helpful.

Value: 8/10 – Stuff your face as well as getting enough left overs to feed me for 2 days straight. That’s value baby. At around $20 per person its a steal for New York City, but for Brooklyn? We’ll see.

Overall: 9/10


Daisy May’s BBQ

To start, (I know it’s a little late) but I would like to wish everyone a healthy and spectacular New Year! Secondly, I apologize for my incompetence and inability to write a new entry. I’ve been using the past week as a little R&R from my NYE weaksauceness; and I’ve also just spent the past couple of hours recuperating from the meal I just had. That’s enough introduction for now – onto the entry!

After watching last week’s Food Network’s “The Best Thing I Ever Ate” marathon, I developed a strong craving for some good ‘ol fashioned BBQ – thus leading me to Daisy May’s BBQ. Damn you Michael Symon, Damn you…

When you enter Daisy May’s you’re greeted with a simple sign that instructs you where to order, where to pick up, where to eat. I somehow got that wrong. Luckily, there was nobody else in line to witness my idiocy. Now, I will humbly admit that I was overly ambitious and probably misjudged my appetite and their portions (even after watching Chef Symon go on and on about the size of the ribs). Very confidently, I ordered the Oklahoma Jumbo Beef Rib with Rustic Creamy Corn with NY State Cheddar and Mac and Cheese as my fix-ins; my friend also placed an order of Pulled Pork with Corn Bread and also Mac and Cheese and fix-ins. “I’ll add a jar of Sweet Tea to that order”. pshh. “Make that two!” $48 he demands. “This is by far the most I’ve paid for BBQ,” I whisper to my friend. I reluctantly hand over my white card (my AMEX plug). Our order was ready in what felt like a couple of seconds. Great! I’m starving!

The cafeteria-esque seating was covered in numerous BBQ awards from all over the country. There was even an Asian group in the back doing what seemed to be a documentary on one of Daisy May’s Big Pig Gig.

Excuse the pedophile ‘stache, but holy shit! (am I allowed to curse in blogs? oh well) this rib is monstrous! It truly is a portion out of the Flintstones. I’ll talk about this rib a little later, I’m still intimidated.¬† I usually like to see my pulled pork in a sandwich form, but the pulled pork itself here wasn’t all that bad. The meat was still tender and juicy, and paired perfectly with the mild BBQ sauce. However, because of the giant sized ribs still placed in front of us – it was basically treated as a side. And as a side it was magnificent; but if you want to regard it as a main course, I would tell you to look elsewhere – maybe dare I say? the beef rib?These sides are no joke, don’t be tricked by KFC and their dinky little “individual serving” sides. I’d probably get more food from Gerbers than I would from an individual side at KFC. Sorry, random I know, but there was a KFC commercial playing in the background. Back to Daisy May’s. My friend and I both agreed that the mac and cheese came up well short of impressive. I come to a Southern restaurant, I want Daisy May to make me a great mac and cheese. Nope. Sorry. Won’t find it here. It’s maybe just a notch better than the one served at KFC (like that connection?). The creamed corn on the other hand was probably the best side. The cheddar cheese made it thicker and more flavorful, and the additions of peppers also gave it a textural variance. Some of the best creamed corn I’ve had in a while. Not pictured: Corn Bread. Why? Because it sucked. A phenomenal sweet tea, smooth and not over sugared. However, I ordered “Sweet Tea served in a Mason Jar” and what did I get? Sweet Tea served in a container which restaurant’s in Chinatown uses to deliver soup. Disappointing presentation. If you want good sweet tea, head over to McDonald’s with $1. Disclaimer: that’s not a lettuce leaf, but a mint leaf.Now, onto the MAINNNNNN EVENTTTTTTTT. The behemoth they call the Oklahoma Jumbo Beef Rib. I knew I was in for a treat when the meat just fell off the bone like butter. To be honest, that knife wasn’t probably needed. Everything just fell and pulled apart. When you rip open the charred surroundings, you unveil a wonderful tender meaty nirvana. Although, it was a little bit fatty, this didn’t prevent me from eating this bad boy. Usually, I don’t order beef ribs because they’re most of the time overcooked, dried out, and unappetizing. This wasn’t the case here; the rib was incredibly juicy. Daisy May’s you might have changed my stance on beef ribs.Even with 2 people working on it, and taking breaks. This was all we were able to accomplish. Actually, we were only able to finish one serving of Mac and Cheese, and one “jar” of Sweet Tea. Yay for leftovers tomorrow! I should bring a pillow to work just in case.

Dave Chappelle, you were right about ribs; off to bed now.

Daisy May’s BBQ Scores:

Food: 6/10

Restaurant Environment: 4.5/10

Service: N/A

Value: 3.5/10*

Overall: 5/10

*Note: This score does not reflect saving money on a meal the next day because of leftovers. Because if you were a true fatty; there would be nothing left.