There’s a tie-dye painted trailer sitting under a massive oak tree in Tampa, and it’s basically the universe’s way of telling you that something extraordinary is happening inside.
Skipper’s Smokehouse in Tampa is the kind of place that makes you feel like you’ve stumbled onto a secret that half the city already knows but somehow forgot to tell you about.
It’s loud, it’s colorful, it’s wonderfully weird, and the food is the sort of thing that makes you close your eyes and nod slowly like you’ve just heard a really good song for the first time.
You know that feeling…