Sweet wood-smoke was always the scent of hearth and home; where the wisest cooks are always to be found.
Every pit-master loves his Ma's food best, passed to generations with a patience yet more timeless than his secret blend of herbs.
"Respect and honour the food" they taught us. So we do: ageing our pastured beef for no less than 36 days to deepen its natural taste.
Nothing seasons meat better than smoke from the fire that cooked it. But that's just the journey's start for our sweet-cured and pepper-crusted brisket, cooked over 18 lazy hours. Or our succulent burger, grilled medium-rare to preserve that labour of love.
When they said "Sun-baked fruits" and "spicy" well, maybe that's BBQ sauce. Or maybe they meant us!
Some things, we all agree, should never change.
This is a celebration of that timeless occasion, known by all people in their very bones, when all gather in good company for the feast.
So, welcome y'all.
And pass the hot-sauce if you please.