There’s a brick building in St. Louis where smoke signals beckon carnivores from miles around, and the aroma of slow-cooked meat makes grown adults weep with joy.
Welcome to Pappy’s Smokehouse, where barbecue isn’t just food—it’s practically a religious experience.
This unassuming spot on Olive Street has become legendary in the barbecue world, with lines that sometimes stretch out the door and down the block.
And let me tell you, friends, it’s worth every minute of that wait…