Since reading the New York Times review of Fatty Cue, I've wanted to go (even though I never liked Fatty Crab*). Andrea was in town working on her book so we met here for an early dinner. I didn't like it. The flavors were very murky and everything tasted too much like smoke.
Toast with Master Fat (the juices from all the animals they serve)
Smoked eggplant with chicharrones
Hoping for some relief we had the cucumber salad and the celery salad.
"The Legend" Pork Rib Chop with Buns
*My former therapist and group leader was a part owner here. It bugged me that she told me this information. She refused to answer any questions I had about her personal life (i.e. marriage status, kids, etc.) but she wanted to show off by telling me she "owned a restaurant". Once, I saw her park illegally and then take a parking ticket out of her glove compartment and put it on her dashboard. Even besides all this, when I ate there, I had the same feeling as tonight. Too murky.
Also, and maybe I'm being too grouchy, but the Verizon guy was there tonight, and everyone that worked there knew him. That bugged me.