I made it to Fatty Cue last week with a friend after scoring free tickets to see TV on the Radio on the Williamsburg waterfrom. The setting was gorgeous and climate was perfect. A wonderful night to listen to one of the decade's great bands and stare at the lights of Manhattan. In keeping with the neo-hippy vibe of today's Williamsburg, only Brooklyn Brewery beers were served. I really really don't want a Brooklyn Lager with my outdoor concert - how am I supposed to drink eight of those sugar bombs? Bud light, Miller light, maybe PBR, that's it.
We trudged off to Fatty Cue after the concert, admiring the gentrified but preciously gritty surroundings. Young men and girls with tight jeans and hand cut t-shirts whizzed by on single-speed bicycles.
I expected the place to be mobbed, like every other restaurant in New York. Thankfully, it was only comfortably full, with plenty of bar seating and a table or two available. I could smell the wood smoke from about half a block away.
The waitress was very nice, exclaiming that their's was the only real BBQ in New York, in addition to Fette Sau, of course. We started with an order of lamb ribs, and toast with "master fat". The ribs looked good, but were disgustingly fatty. I like fat, especially lamb fat, my favorite. Sadly, the fat on these ribs was undercooked. To make thick strips of lamb fat palatable, they must be cooked slowly until they are fully rendered and crispy on the outside, like bacon. These ribs were cooked fast. The fat was grissly and greasy, with almost no char. I nearly gagged trying to eat the last piece and gave up.
The toast was much better, though I can't say I was a fan of the "master fat". According to the waitress, this stuff is comprised of the collective drippings of the smoked meats. I'm a big fan of duck, chicken and lamb drippings. Sadly, this stuff did not do it for me. It tasted barely-rancid and had no salt at all. A disappointment.
Things got marginally better after the appetizers. Ordering shots of mescal with tecate chasers didn't hurt. Pork ribs were pleasantly smoky, but as mentioned above, lacked the caramelized "bark" that makes good ribs.
A play on Laksa, the traditional Malay noodle soup, was pretty good. We were served a plate of pleasantly toothsome and chew noodles in meat broth. Unfortunately, the noodles were fairly one dimensional, tasting mostly of smoke. Truly a missed opportunity for a place that takes its inspiration from Southeast Asian cooking. A bit of acid, herb and fish funk would have elevated these noodles. I managed to improve the noodles by dousing them with fish sauce and pickled peppers (both came with another dish). A squirt of lime would have helped.
We finished with brisket and bao. The brisket was smoky and juicy. The plate contained exactly two slices of flat and two slices of point/deckle. For twenty-something bucks, this was a ripoff. To make matters worse, the point/deckle lacked char, though unlike the lamb ribs, it was completely rendered. Still, stuffed into bao and painted with a bit of the non-descript hoisin sauce that was served on the side, it was pretty good.
This has been a rather lackluster and lazy review. A good reflection of the meal I had at Fatty Cue. I'm looking forward to trying Fette Sau, which, I've been told, makes some pretty good BBQ.
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