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Shaq’s Rack, $75 Tequila Flows at Pelaccio’s Fatty ’Cue Party

The space is dark. The waiters wear no discernable uniforms. The restaurant smells like fish sauce. And diners eat hackleback caviar with six-packs of Tecate beer.

Is this what happens when a Brooklyn restaurant comes to the West Village?