It's a restaurant. Called Little Fatty. What could you possibly NOT like about a restaurant called Little Fatty?
Let's start with their signature Chinese BBQ Pork. It's a barbarically beautiful shank of bone-in, skin-on pork roasted into a deep crimson colored with a soy-sauce blood. Cut through the garnet skin and watch the gristle glisten as the juices flow. Sandwich the slices inside a soft bao and slather with hoisin and slaw.
Free Pickles with your order; the tiniest hint of sweet with sour brine. The crunchy wood-ear mushrooms are worthy of a mention.
The XO Fatty Noodles rock. Rice noodles roll right into some XO sauce.
There's a Sunday Gravy for those who love the carbs. It just sounds like something decadent, a rush of fatty pork braised in sweet n' savory smothering al dente pasta. Hoisin brings the sugar and the savor is in the fish sauce.
Then there's the Hainan Chicken. I've had my share of Hainan chicken, and there has never been anything like this. The chicken is steamed so savory the skin's started to yellow, and fat caramelizes down the sides. The garlic sauce is potent, and the drippings sink straight to the bottom.
I tried a couple other things on the takeout menu, and I liked the Lion's Head Meatballs less. Lamb tames the lion, and it makes the meatballs gamey and dry.
The Braised Pork Belly is another less stellar item. It's a slab of heavy meat soaked in a sweet broth of soy sauce. It's delicious, but even I could whip this up in an Instant Pot, and I just wish it had some of the uniqueness of all the other dishes.
Sesame Balls for dessert are a standard sweet delight. They fry light and airy, and the red bean filling is right. They even travel well, not the slightest hint of sogginess in transit.
There is nothing not to like about this restaurant called Little Fatty. It'll make you a little fat, but it will make you a lot of happy, and it will bring you comfort in more ways than you know.
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