Taps: 10 / Bottles:
Cask: N / Beer-to-Go: N
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Reviews by slander:
4.43/5 rDev +4.7%
vibe: 4 | quality: 4.25 | service: 4.5 | selection: 4.5 | food: 5 | $$$
‘Joe Carroll has cast you as the main character in his psycho sequel’. I am soooo going to get mileage out of that one. Sunday, fun day, but we’re going to have to work for it. “Phette Philly" (yeah, that one was mine) revisited. On the doorstep at opening, again, amazingly well timed for an hour 45’s ride in. I am excellent…
Gated under neon, and walk the alleyway, so it’s a whole hell of a lot bigger outside than ‘our’ Fette. Stationed the same in theory anyway; wind through the ropes while studying the “Today’s Meat” board on the end listing the goods of the day, view the wares in the case and don’t think too hard about the pig’s head there, order up, slide down, side down (note the other board behind the counter with meats, sides, beverages, & deserts, too), and pay your play. If you haven’t already divided and conquered (i.e., I’ll get the food, you go for drink), continue all down the line, a ‘C’ shaped bar, stainless steel topped with ornate trim, vertical slat wood bar base, and a foot rail; seating for 7 on alt colored tractor seats. Subway tile barback wall, with a sharp tool tap handle row of 10 on the center, and whiskey shelved above and to both sides, glow lit.
Forward garage door roll up over the outside space, and walls of exposed brick & concrete in places, others painted saltwater taffy brown with pink stripes, some corrugated foldiness, and the far wall the length done up with the obligatory Fette meat cut tracings. Brick colored concrete floorings, a rafter ceiling with sky light cuts, old crappy fluorescents over the counters and bar, drop baseball bulb filaments in caged bulbs, and a few 3 blade spinny fans. Light décor, save a rack with sharp cleaver tools alongside the meat counter (crowd control), and a ‘Pork, our own seasoning tender & juicy’ sign.
3 step up booths along the far wall, and 4 long tables mismatched across the floor offering views of the side room, holding 2 corner booth-table scenarios to the rear and a dozen tables in 3 rows of long play and shortys along the perimeter. Some tables have picnic benchings, others mismatched chairs.
Gray plank wood floors there, an A-frame plank ceiling with crossbeam rafters and skylights, a few spinnys and drop paint can cluster lighting. Rafter framing uprights, and the front wall holds a door and panel windows to both sides, and thin slat horizontals above. And the brick courtyard with a half dozen+ picnic tables and heat lamps out front, starting streetside narrow and widening further inside. It’s got the look of a front porch with a few tables en waiting under the awning.
10 taps, the beer board atop showing ½ pint, pint, ½ gallon, & gallon pricing. ½ of them are Pennsylvania offerings (Yards Brawler, Dock Street RyePA, Sly Fox Pikeland Pils, Troegs Dreamweaver, Weyerbacher Verboten), and the other ½ a collection of non local craft (Lost Abbey Red Barn Ale, Port Wipe Out, Founders Porter, Six Point Vienna), and an in state cider (Jack’s Cider). I drank the Dock Street RyePA & Lost Abbey Red Barn Ale. I wanted the Port Wipe Out but it’s been known to shorten my day significantly. There’s also a wine board up there, if that’s your need.
Today’s meats; Black Angus Beef Brisket, Black Angus bone in Short Rib, Duroc St Louis Pork Ribs, Berkshire Pulled Pork, Duroc Pork Belly, & Nicolosi Hot Italian Sausage. Last time out I rookie ordered too much food, so I made sure to do it again this time around. The short rib was best of show; just fall off the bone amazing. The pork belly rocks (duh), and the sausage had some excellent heat to it. Pork ribs & beef brisket were also not of the suck, either. Guss’ half sour pickles pickles pickles, and burnt end baked beans. And a nap. Sauces on the table; vinegar, sweet & spicy, and although no mustard, they claim to be holding. Suspect, if you ask me.
Tunes, lots of old blues. We are trying to ascertain what Moono’s secret blues name is but he’s not talking. ‘Lightning Moon’, maybe. Good drink; with some house beers made for them by local players, and let us be honest, you know the food is just kickin’.
03-05-2013 18:59:51 | More by slander
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