I devoured some mighty fine ribs and brisket today at Smoke Berkeley. My tongue is still tingling from the full-flavored barbecue sauce, slathered atop perfectly smoked pork. Oh and the sides. We ordered two: slow-cooked baked beans and creamy, spicy mac n’ cheese. Each worthy of an encore.
There has been much well-deserved buzz about this new, unassuming BBQ joint located at 2434 San Pablo Avenue Berkeley. Had it not been for my dad’s urging to join him on a new rib joint expedition, I likely wouldn’t have ventured over to Smoke. I’m so pleased I did.
What I was most taken with was the authentic Southern hospitality we encountered just as soon as the doors opened at noon. It was down right refreshing. Sean, our way-hip and amiable host (also the son of the restaurant’s owner Tina Ferguson-Riffe), welcomed us with his warm smile, a slight Texas drawl, and genuine graciousness. He proudly displayed an heirloom photo of his ancestors from Texas, pointing to his great-great, as well his great-grandfather. It felt like being welcomed into someone’s living room…a very smoky living room. Thank you kindly for the pie and the Southern hospitality, Sean. We will return.