Our city was once a sad place for lovers of all things smoky and meaty. No more. In the last few years, the scene has evolved to include seasoned pit masters, former fine-dining chefs, and obsessives intent on recreating the flavors of North Carolina or Texas or Kansas City. Either way, the smell of smoke is wafting in the air more and more. Here’s where you should follow it.
This article appeared in the May 2018 issue of Washingtonian.
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Learning to love our culinary identity crisis.
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Carolina-style pork, Kansas City-sauced ribs, and a whole lot more.
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More is more.
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Pass the napkins.
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A sticky glossary.
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Michael Fay is hooked on the trophy life.
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Look for the smoke ring...
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Hold the meat.
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Road trip!
