Skipper’s Smokehouse in Tampa serves up gator ribs that’ll make you question why you’ve spent your life eating boring old pork, while Spanish moss dangles above picnic tables painted in colors that would make a tropical bird jealous.
You’ve probably driven past a hundred roadside joints in Florida, each promising the “best seafood” or “authentic BBQ.”
But there’s something different about Skipper’s.
Something that makes you slow down, pull into that gravel parking lot, and follow your nose toward smoky paradise…