The burnt ends were wild. They come out as a bloated hockey puck and fall apart into a tender, tender pile. The bark on the ribs has a grand smokiness, and I luckily didn’t experience a dry brisket. Everything was tops. Some of the best I’ve had. Probably prefer it to KC.
Pro tip: if you’re solo (or even two deep), skip the line that’s always around the block and find a seat at the bar. I bypassed an hour wait and was eating within minutes. Glory.