Fette Sau. It’s the type of place I dream about. Images of meat adorn the walls; beer tap handles are replaced with kitchen utensils that are better suited as props in a horror movie; meat is served on sheet pans; draught beer can be purchased by the gallon. Do I really need to say more?
I guess I could go on about how salty, smoky, tender, blah, blah, blah the meat was. I could rave about the beer selection. I could also get down to the excruciating details, like that there are no napkins but rather rolls of paper towels to catch the juice running down your chin. But I’m even starting to bore myself.
The bottom line is this: Fette Sau (did I forget to mention that it is German for ‘fat pig’?) is worth the trip out to hipsterville in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. And it’s worth the long wait (though, since there are separate food and booze lines, I recommend sending a friend to grab some drinks to pass the time). Well worth it.
Hamden, Connecticut doesn’t spring to mind when I think of great places to have a meal. In fact, Hamden, Connecticut doesn’t spring to mind when I think of anything, really. In the past few months, however, I’ve been spending a good chunk of time there, and thankfully, there’s MiKro.
On Whitney Avenue, in a small shopping strip of sorts, you’ll find this little beer bar wedged amongst a UPS store and a pizza joint. The beer selection is wealthy yet manageable, the menu is sophisticated but not pretentious, the barkeeps know their stuff, and the food—oh, the food. I can easily say it’s the best food I’ve had in Hamden to date, and I don’t see it falling from that position.
Head to MiKro and order one of these:
And once you get to this point:
Or does it?
I headed to the suburbs of Connecticut this past weekend to relax, cook and enjoy the foliage that Brooklyn generally lacks. I stopped here for some BBQ after a stint at a local farm and a trip to a restaurant supply store:
It’s a food truck of sorts, located on the edge of a parking lot, equipped with a smoker and everything. I ordered a pulled pork sandwich, brought it home, stripped off my clothes, got down to my underwear…and headed straight into the comfiest pajama ensemble available. Scarfed down the sandwich faster than I would have liked, but, as they say, it was good while it lasted.
Who knew Connecticut offered good BBQ? Not me. And I’m not really sure it does. But Big Country’s Hickory Pit BBQis worth checking out if you find yourself in Wallingford, CT.
…a girl takes off her pants.
There are a few sure-fire ways to get me in my underwear. For our purposes here at E.I.Y.U., I’ll get to the more relevant method: meat. And Noah Bernamoff, owner of Mile End Delicatessen in Boerum Hill, Brooklyn, makes the meat that does the trick.
I’m a fan of the deli’s poutine with smoked meat, a Quebec classic composed of a mound of French fries topped with cheese curds and slathered with gravy. Chunks of house-smoked meat are, to me, less the icing on the cake, and more an integral part of this dish.
Go to Mile End, eat the meat, and take off the pants*. If not because the meat will do for you what it does for me, then at least because you need to expand.
*Please do not do this in public. Wait till you get home, will ya? Perv.