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.