Smoke’t is like a fine wine with notes of bourbon bbq sauce, it gets better with age. This was my third visit and the food was substantially better than the last two times. It was Passover, so all I could do was smell the delicious-looking complimentary biscuits while the bf ate them in my face. Rude. The waiter was extremely nice and answered all of my annoying questions. I’m that person that asks about 10 menu items before ordering, then profusely apologizes for ‘bothering’ the waiter. I ordered the baby back ribs, with a side of bacon Brussels sprouts and baked potato. The ribs were tender, not too saucy, and fell off the bone. The huge portion was surprisingly not as fatty as I expected. The Brussels sprouts were awesome: crispy, balsamic-coated sprouts tossed with even crispier diced bacon. They were seriously yummy and I’ve been craving them ever since. Nice work, Smoke’t. The baked potato was gigantic and came with an array of toppings, although I opted for just sour cream. The bf ordered the chicken and ribs platter. The ribs were clearly the star as he left most of his chicken on the plate. His sides were giant, crispy hush puppies and franks & beans topped with crunchy onions. I didn’t eat the non-kosher for Passover hush puppies but they were perfectly golden brown, and the beans had a nice, sweet sauce. It was an overall fantastic dinner, minus the lack of bread. I’d happily eat those Brussels sprouts everyday, but I’ll just have to save them for my next trip to Smoke’t.
Because life's too short to eat bad food.
