From an abandoned petrol station to a three-restaurant “full-service” purveyor of all things smoked here in the general Knoxville area.
Our vote? Three ribs out of four.
I pass one of their locations when I am running errands on the dreadful Kingston Pike and the aroma of their smoker is a tonic. One evening we gave in.
If I am to eat wet ribs I prefer them to be well, wet. These were by all means delicious, but could have been saucier. Good thing there was some Rufus Teague in the ‘fridge. Probably blasphemous. The pickles were excellent. We’re still very much noobs when it comes to the purpose of the bread, so we fed it to the birds in my garden. This might also be blasphemous, I know.