union woodshop

this is the union woodshop. this is big-time smalltown bbq. it begins and ends in the backlot, with a green hickory smoker that's on a constant low-temp tear with an assortment of meats. it's a ritual that starts with a careful rub and ends only when we think its time to pull the meat from the bath of smoke we surround it with. pork butt. brisket. spare ribs. back ribs. whole birds and chicken wings alike. and bacon. lots of bacon. slow cooked bacon ready to be cut in from thick slabs into magical planks. thank you pig, for all you do for us.