(Still) Waiting For Godot's Bar-be-cue
Yes, my title may throw you for a loop, but I'll get to that a bit later (I promise it's relevant, guys!)
I want to take a moment to thank my dad, Rick S, for diligently researching places in the greater NYC area that specialized in serving smoked meats. Like the father of a true blue Elite squad member, he went on Yelp and filtered BBQ restaurants by rating & location. Lo and behold, he discovers a place on the north side of Williamsburg with over 1,900 reviews (!) and a very solid 4-star rank.
On my family's first night in New York, we hop on the subway and head to this place that had existed as a garage/chop shop in a previous life. Nowadays, they chop brisket instead of cars, but the giant sliding metal door and tool racks still remain. It's pretty cool inside, and they've added some nifty touches like a virtual fireplace and a wall detailing all the various parts of a pig and cow.
Here, the meat is ordered by the pound and there's plenty to choose from: beef brisket, spare ribs, pulled pork shoulder, pork sausage, pork belly, pork pork. Also, pork. Vegetarians should avoid this place like Eric S avoids kale (i.e. keep your distance). Beer taps featured a nice selection of local stuff, although a brew in a glass mason jar will run you a steep $7.
The selection of sides was underwhelming. Burnt ends baked beans, cold potato salad, broccoli salad, sweet 'n' sour pickles (the bread & butter variety), sauerkraut or chips are your options. No mac'n'cheese. No corn. No coleslaw (what da fuq?!?) For a barbecue place not to have these absolutely essential side items boggles the mind.
Now here's where my title comes into 'play' (hah, rimshot!).......
Much like the famous theatrical production by Samuel Beckett, customers at this Brooklyn BBQ joint are left to wait endlessly for a meal that may or may not ever actually arrive. And this is why:
Fette Sau uses literally THE STUPIDEST SYSTEM I have ever witnessed in my entire life. I hate to use this word, I really do, but there's no other adjective to describe the foolishness of ONE DUDE doing all of the carving, all of the weighing, and all of the serving onto trays himself -- borderline retarded.
Whether by choice or by scheduling, there was no assistant carver or side dish helper to move things along faster than a snail's pace. You tell Mr Carver Man what kind(s) of meat you want, he picks up the slab of beef/pork, carefully slices it, weighs it, places it on a tray, puts the slab of meat back....and then does it all over again. Since most people get a variety of things, the process becomes an infuriating exercise in patience. The only thing CarverGuy *didn't* do was ring up the register and take your $$.
From the moment we got in line until the time we sat down with our tray of food at the communal bench-style seating, 45 minutes had elapsed. Fourty five. Mind you, the line wasn't all that long when we arrived, so during busier times I imagine you could be stuck standing in line upwards of an hour. No BBQ on the planet is worth that kind of oppressive wait, especially with all of the tremendous smells tempting your tastebuds.
All those gripes aside, the meats were pretty tasty. Far from the best I've ever had, but the ribs and brisket were standouts. Beans were definitely overrated and needed a boost from maple or brown sugar, or both. Sh*t wasn't cheap, as dinner for 3 hungry Chicagoans totaled something like $80.
Bread = 4.5
Circuses = 2
Were it not for my rumbling stomach and parents (aka meal ticket), I would've very likely given up and walked out on these fools. I don't care if you serve the world's finest pork products, if your method of getting food to customers is this insufferably slow, you need to seriously reconsider streamlining the operation, or hiring more people. Something. ANYTHING. Please.
Dinner was good, but given the 'udder' lack of efficiency I can't in good conscience give Fette Sau my seal of approval.
For those that seek barbecue with quality sides that doesn't involve spending your entire evening waiting in line, I'd recommend that you keep mooooovin'. read more