Last summer the hubby half of this pair went to Fette Sau on a boys night out. All the Mrs. heard for 6 months was how Fette Sau was the most awesome BBQ this side of the Mason Dixon, how she just had to go, how the brisket was so brilliant. So on a cold winter's night she drove him into town for his birthday dinner. He chewed, he weakly smiled, he went back for a second helping, but he didn't beam. Far from it. "You look a bit disappointed. Did you love it as much as last time or was it only amazing drunk and stupid with the guys?" "Yeah…I guess, so…", he mumbled. As for her take on it? Pretty good, over priced and certainly no big whoop.