Doubts that Joe and Kim Carroll were serious when they named their new Williamsburg barbecue joint Fette Sau, German for “fat pig,” are put to rest at the food counter, where the lightest meat served is charred pork (even chicken has been banished). Any lingering apprehension vanishes at the bar, where beer drinkers can choose from ten brews on tap, offered in gallon-size glass jugs.
Such unbutton-the-pants gusto, fervent even by gluttonous barbecue standards, makes Fette Sau great fun. After waiting dutifully in line, patrons order their meats by the pound, glistening mounds heaped onto paper-lined baking trays (only about half the menu’s offerings are available at any given time). Want a drink? You’ll have to make a separate trip to the bar. For those who prefer their smoke in a glass, there’s an encyclopedic bourbon selection—no surprise to diners familiar with Carroll’s obsessive Belgian beer list at Spuyten Duyvil.
Offsetting the boozy pedantry is the physical space, a former auto body shop. Picnic tables now fill both the driveway and the cement-floor garage, and tractor seats serve as barstools. The hipsters in the crowd, sporting handlebar mustaches, their finest plaid button-downs and Cat diesel hats, looked like they’ve stopped for dinner enroute to a red-neck costume party. They dab their soiled fingers with low-grade paper towel—the Wetnaps haven’t arrived yet.
Carroll leaves the cooking to pit master Matt Lang, a reformed fishmonger from Pearl Oyster Bar, and his gas-and-wood Southern Pride smoker. Lang has no professional barbecue bona fides, but he does have his moments. Lean baby back ribs come tender and pink in the middle, the tasty meat carrying a hint of smoke and a light rub of espresso and brown sugar. Lang cakes a coriander black-pepper rub onto his thick-crusted pastrami, which gets a sweet, fatty coating from the drippings of its ovenmates.
Lang’s more ambitious options were comparatively bland, including flank steak and pork belly (save a pulled lamb, beef and pork are Fette Sau’s two exclusive muses). The steak came extra-lean, and the belly was all fat and no marbling. Barbecue is not inherently a complimentary process for either cut—both tend to shine when prepared with kid gloves.
Fette Sau’s serving system also puts the meat at a disadvantage. The cuts sit in chafing dishes, which I blame for the ashen state of the pulled pork. It got no help from the horrid sauces, which sit on tables in unmarked squirt bottles. One, made with chipotle and ancho chilis, tasted so astringent that I sampled numerous bottles to ensure mine wasn’t an auto-shop castoff. An alternative was a hopelessly cloying mix of brown sugar and ketchup. (The best option: vinegar.)
There’s little to recommend in terms of sides. Apart from the baked beans with burnt-brisket ends and cold broccoli spears, the rest (half-sour pickles and fresh sauerkraut from Guss’ Pickles on the Lower East Side) are pre-fab. Ditto on desserts. Carroll offers a sole option: a plate of chocolate truffles. Not the most natural (or appetizing) ending to a ’cue dinner.
Like its bourbon selection, Fette Sau should get better with age. Until then, there’s just one way to eat here: in-house. This food only works in context.
|Venue name:||Fette Sau||Contact:|
354 Metropolitan Ave
|Cross street:||between Havemeyer and Roebling Sts|
|Opening hours:||Mon–Fri 5–11pm; Sat, Sun noon–11pm|
|Transport:||Subway: L to Lorimer St; G to Metropolitan Ave|
|Price:||Average main course: $18. AmEx, Disc, MC, V|
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Average User Rating
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The thing that most people don't say about this place is its cocktail choices that focus heavily on whiskey. The bartenders are very educated on everything they serve to go with your awesome bbq dinner. For the food this is still my favorite bbq spot in the city.
This was my first BBQ experience in NYC and I now have the bug thanks to these guys! I have to say I've been back since and they still rate at the top of the list... Brisket, Beans and Ribs, what more could you need in a big city?
I love this place, the food is amazing and the general vibe and atmosphere is on point too.The seating can be a bit of an issue though as you have to go up and get your food before finding a seat so you often find a lot of people have nabbed tables while someone else in the group has gone up to get food, that being said you just have to wander around a bit and then just plonk yourselves down in the first space you see!It is just made all the harder as you’ve got a delicious tray of food in front of you!
I love this place. I love the family-style seating, I love the bar stools, I love the "which cut comes from which part of the animal?" wall murals, I even love the long line during which you can make new friends and mull over exactly what to order. I'm never disappointed with my meal, I always have fun and leave sated. BBQ success!
Hands down, the BEST barbecue food I've had in the greater tri-state area. When family and friends visit from out of town, I love to introduce them to Fette Sau. You'll never walk out of there hungry or displeased. Be sure to get there right around when it opens to get at the front of the line. There's a reason there's a line - it's fridge GOOD. Love the pork ribs, pulled pork, brisket. Everything ROCKS. Also, order a good IPA to go with it. And be prepared to spend money, because the food ain't cheap!
This is THE most authentic BBQ joint I've found in the city. I love to go here on nights I just want to pig out and have some seriously good beer, which is most nights I suppose. There's often a line out the door to get to the chow line, where you can order brisket, ribs and MEAT MEAT MEAT by the half or full pound, plus biscuits, delicious baked beans with meat ends, awesome potato salad and green beans. I'm salivating thinking about it. You get a draft beer and take your hunk of a meal to the table with you, cafeteria style, and slather the different kinds of BBQ sauce on absolutely everything. I know what I'm having for dinner tonight!