Our story
One pit. One pitmaster.
Roy Tanner learned the pit the hard way — twelve years in Central Texas, standing over an offset smoker at four in the morning, tending a fire that does not care how tired you are. He moved out to San Diego with one trailer-mounted smoker, a cord of post oak, and a stubborn belief that brisket should taste like wood and time and nothing else.
There is no gas assist and no shortcut here. Every brisket goes on whole, every rack gets rubbed by hand, and the sausage is ground and stuffed in-house. Roy works the cutting board himself, so when you order, you’re talking to the guy who smoked it. We make a finite amount each day — and when it sells out, the window closes. That’s the deal. Get there early.