The grease on my fingertips feels like a badge of honor after a meal here. I found a spot in Arkansas where the amber crust has a satisfying crunch you can feel with every bite.
Most places try too hard with fancy seasonings, but this kitchen relies on a heavy cast iron soul. The meat stays incredibly moist, pulling away from the bone without any effort.
I sat at a simple table and watched steam rise from a fresh batch hitting the tray. It smells like salt, black pepper hanging in the air…