The country grits ($5) on Fatty Cue's brunch menu are listed as an "extra" but you shouldn't treat them as optional. They're a fine specimen, with a perfectly creamy and toothsome texture (they're from Anson Mills, so that's pretty much expected). What makes them great, though, is the addition of smoked maple syrup and a generous pat of butter. They manage a delicious sweet-salty balance, a bit like Kettle Corn. We devoured them even as we got dangerously full.
The Curried Black Eye Peas ($14) wasn't as successful, unfortunately. The Black Eye Peas themselves were well-seasoned, just lightly spiced, but they weren't quite tender. The burnt ends stirred into the mix were just soft bits of cut-up meat, without any fatty/crispy edges or charred bits. The eggs on top were perfectly cooked, though, and the Texas toast was well-buttered. Next time, I might just go for the palm syrup glazed pork ribs.
If I worked at a small restaurant (or owned one) and the coffee machine broke, it probably wouldn't take long for me go out and buy a French press to help out my poor caffeine-addicted brunch customers. Or at least some tea bags. The day we ate at Fatty Cue, our waiter told us that because of the broken machine, there wasn't a single caffeinated drink available. Instead, there was the 'Cue Bloody Mary, ($8) which was smoky and tart, with a horseradish kick and plenty of fresh-tasting flavor. Luckily the neighborhood has some solid coffee options elsewhere.