Jared N.
Yelp
Let me just say this right now: if you're not eating at Fat City Brew & BBQ, you are actively disrespecting your taste buds. I walked in hungry and left in a smoked-meat-induced trance, spiritually elevated and 3 pounds heavier. Worth it? Absolutely. I'd do it again with zero shame.
First off, let's talk about this meat tray from heaven. This wasn't a meal--it was a full-blown family reunion of deliciousness. Brisket? Tender and smoky, like it had been slow-danced to sleep over a smoldering log. Pulled pork? Moist, juicy, and shredded finer than my gym goals. The ribs? Baby, these things didn't just fall off the bone--they jumped off in excitement to be eaten. I had smoked chicken that was seasoned like somebody's grandma had whispered secrets into the skin. Even the turkey was juicy, which I didn't think was physically possible without drowning it in gravy.
And the sides? Let me introduce you to the MVPs of this meal: those onion rings were crispy golden halos sent from the snack gods. Coleslaw came through fresh and crunchy like it had a vendetta against blandness. And don't even get me started on that soft, buttery roll in the middle--I don't know what it was doing there, but it brought the whole platter together like a flavor diplomat.
Now... the sauces. LORD. Three bottles stood before me like BBQ's version of the Holy Trinity: Frdg Sauce, Sweet & Tangy, and Manganero. I felt like a pitmaster chemist, experimenting with combinations until I found the one that unlocked a flavor dimension I didn't know existed.
Add in some chilled Coke Zero from a red plastic cup (the real MVP of BBQ beverage holders), and you've got yourself a damn masterpiece. Michelin who? Give these folks a trophy and a hug.
10/10. Would recommend. Would fight someone for the last rib. Would probably get sauce on my shirt and not even care. Fat City Brew & BBQ, you didn't just feed me... you baptized me in smoke and spice.
Let me just say this right now: if you're not eating at Fat City Brew & BBQ, you are actively disrespecting your taste buds. I walked in hungry and left in a smoked-meat-induced trance, spiritually elevated and 3 pounds heavier. Worth it? Absolutely. I'd do it again with zero shame.
First off, let's talk about this meat tray from heaven. This wasn't a meal--it was a full-blown family reunion of deliciousness. Brisket? Tender and smoky, like it had been slow-danced to sleep over a smoldering log. Pulled pork? Moist, juicy, and shredded finer than my gym goals. The ribs? Baby, these things didn't just fall off the bone--they jumped off in excitement to be eaten. I had smoked chicken that was seasoned like somebody's grandma had whispered secrets into the skin. Even the turkey was juicy, which I didn't think was physically possible without drowning it in gravy.
And the sides? Let me introduce you to the MVPs of this meal: those onion rings were crispy golden halos sent from the snack gods. Coleslaw came through fresh and crunchy like it had a vendetta against blandness. And don't even get me started on that soft, buttery roll in the middle--I don't know what it was doing there, but it brought the whole platter together like a flavor diplomat.
Now... the sauces. LORD. Three bottles stood before me like BBQ's version of the Holy Trinity: Frdg Sauce, Sweet & Tangy, and Manganero. I felt like a pitmaster chemist, experimenting with combinations until I found the one that unlocked a flavor dimension I didn't know existed.
Add in some chilled Coke Zero from a red plastic cup (the real MVP of BBQ beverage holders), and you've got yourself a damn masterpiece. Michelin who? Give these folks a trophy and a hug.
10/10. Would recommend. Would fight someone for the last rib. Would probably get sauce on my shirt and not even care. Fat City Brew & BBQ, you didn't just feed me... you baptized me in smoke and spice.